This may make more sense if you read this post first.

Well, we survived August (my 9/1 check came today due to the weekend) but only by deliberately taking advantage of the overdraft protection on my bank account, which means we're starting September off with less than we would have. There's at least hope for September. So far my sister's part time job is working out OK, one of my nephew's friends wants to buy his old beater the transmission went out of several months back (All he wants is the engine but he'll get the whole car out of our way), and I got a BlogAd order a few days ago that puts me over the $75.00 minimum amount BlogAds will bother with transferring to my PayPal account (on 9/15).  We're still a long way from rolling in dough but at least things look a little brighter than they have for a while.

Things are still up in the air concerning the horse boarding deal but I'm optimistic. My daughter and her family will be here over the weekend and I'm not above brainwashing my grandson to tell my ex "I think Sunshine should go live with Grandpa and Aunt Vicki." There's not a huge amount of money involved but we'll be getting the first year up front at a time we can really use it.

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It finally cooled down enough that I could get out this morning to see what's going on in that field behind us. I took the above picture from about three feet inside our property line. The fence attached to that big post on the left is the boundary between "the garden" and "the barn lot." That squashed-down fence running left to right was similar to it till the people working in that field screwed it up taking out trees that weren't hurting a damned thing where they were. They're either going to have to fix it for us or, if/since we're going to have to have some other fence built if we bring horses in here, pay us for the damage and let us see to the repairs.

If you look close at the enlarged view of the above image you can see a truck sitting in a hole several feet down from that big backhoe. The grapevine has it that's the beginning of a nine acre lake, complete with fish and maybe a duck now and then. The hole obviously doesn't cover anything close to nine acres yet but I won't hazard any guesses as to where the edges will eventually be. I guess I'd rather it grow towards us than to have room for a business of some sort between it and our place.