Kevin took today off and it was fencing day.

he walked out the post placement with the roller measure thing (that I later ran over with truck but he fixed it. poor man should hire real help.) this was after I got the truck stuck in the mudhole and he had to pull me out with tractor. he doesn't yell or get grumpy, just patiently tells me how to drive the tractor closer to posts so I can push them in with bucket, but it is still nerve wracking. I fully expect to be yelled at and belittled when I help. old childhood trauma. or maybe I made it all up. maybe my memories are from a past life. all I know is I do have a severe problem with criticism. none of it is constructive to me. it is all hateful. I've had some really really really shit days at work over the years. it's just how I roll. we got all the posts set. AND mowed yard at farm. AND got Rip to vet to board before they closed. even carved out a few minutes to visit Miss Izzy. her baby with the pink shirt was LOST. got home and frantically packed for Paracon KC tomorrow. decided I really want to go see Jay Wasley at another paracon in KC in Feb, but tickets are depressingly high. right now offering VIP or general admission, both 2 days including concerts. no schedule posted yet, just guests.