It feels like an exaggeration to call what Deb and I did this morning “landscaping,” but that’s truly what it was. I knocked the erosion-prone edges off of the clay mound holding up our meter pole, and with rake and shovel I spread the gravel deposited by our contractor near the shed yesterday. Deb worked hard to knock the ugly off an excavated slope north of where the cabin will be.
I committed to accumulating flat rocks for purposes yet to be determined — walkways, pathways, terraced steps and the like.
We broke out the hundred-foot tape and measured the pad, determining that our 16×40 will be a shoehorn fit. It’ll work, but delivery day will be no picnic.
Before the sun got too high in the sky, we strapped a barrel in the bed of the buggy and fetched a load of fresh water. When that was done, we took Scout and Dipstick for their first-ever ride in the Ranger, just down to the subdivision road and back.
They had an absolute blast. I’d like to show you pictures, but Deb and I had our hands full.
We were told to expect the first of two more loads of base around 3pm. Our contractor called around 2:45pm to say that he didn’t realize that the Marion County quarry closed at 3pm on Friday.
There would be no gravel for us today. It’ll arrive Monday, the day that the work reportedly will be done. And finished, we hope.
Deb’s cousin stopped by on his way back from town. We relaxed and we talked. We watched hummingbirds. A young whitetail doe emerged from the woods near the road, completely unperturbed by our presence.
We grilled up the last of the Schmidt’s Bahama Mama sausages. That’ll feed us for a while.
We watched the sun set behind the trees.
So ended an unremarkable day in this remarkable place. Life is good.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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