Relative Something

With my trusty companion, Delilah, tagging along, I lugged tools across the pasture to finally deal with a corner post that had been bugging me for months because of its ever-increasing lean.

Starting with chains and a come-along, I quickly discovered that the angle I was dealing with was compound.

I would need to pull from both directions. There was a problem with that, though. There wasn’t anything to pull against in the second direction.

While Delilah and I surveyed the situation, the neighbors suddenly showed great interest in our presence.

The cows came running up to the fence around their pasture and stared at us expectantly. I think maybe that leaning post was bugging them, too.

Since I couldn’t pull in that second direction, I decided to push. I got the tractor.

It worked pretty slick, although it required a lot of climbing on and off to check the progress. Delilah wasn’t offering any assistance at that point, and I couldn’t see if it was straight from the tractor seat.

Once I had it where I wanted it, there was a long process of trying to pack the soil around the posts to a point that would hold them in place after I released the supporting pressure. In fact, just to be sure, I left the come-along and chains in place overnight, even though I had put the tractor back in the garage.

A little insurance while the soil dries out and settles for the long haul, which I hope lasts for a very long time. Of course, that part about dry soil won’t last long at all. It is supposed to rain again this afternoon and tonight.

I wonder if I packed the soil firmly enough.

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