But the wall around the space seems too low. So we went rock shopping, because Gerry is going to build up the wall. Funny how quickly one can go from planting a tree to building a wall.So we got two pallets of rocks delivered; about 4,000 pounds of rock. They were dumped right on the edge of our property, in the ditch. Just as it started to drizzle, we undertook moving them out of the ditch, near where they'll be used. Here's our pile-o-rock:
And here, we've generally re-located them:
That's a lot of rocks.
Sometimes I wonder if Gerry would rather have a wife that worries about things like broken fingernails and the latest hairstyle. But then I help with projects like this, and I figure getting help moving 4,000 pounds of rocks isn't a bad trade-off.
And here, we've generally re-located them:
That's a lot of rocks.
Sometimes I wonder if Gerry would rather have a wife that worries about things like broken fingernails and the latest hairstyle. But then I help with projects like this, and I figure getting help moving 4,000 pounds of rocks isn't a bad trade-off.
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I had very long false nails attached (because my daughter wanted me to and it was her wedding so I did) but oh my, those blighters made it impossible to do anything. I had trouble pulling up the zip on my jeans! It took me ages to file them down.
Some of us just don't do glamour - I am looking forward to getting my purple fingers back :)
Oh my, my back aches just looking at the photos. I hope the wall turns out beautifully.
After all our years (23+)of hauling gravel, rock, building walkway, planters and walls, digging ditches for sprinklers, digging up lawn for gardens..etc.. ...rolling sod, dragging piles of rock down stairs for a fireplace... hauling back up the half of it that had to be broken and chipped off as each piece was fitted...and all the drywall, lumber and tiles that go into and out of the house for every darn renovation and... many van loads of crap that I drive to the dump and unload etc... oh, and bathtubs and granite countertops... oh, me aching back.............................my husband has taken to calling me his "little burro"......... and nowadays...when he says does his little burro want to go outside and play....... I say NO!
that damn bathtub did me in after the 10th time we put it into position and then had to lift it out again... we're talking about a central drain that had to be fitted in position just so... but also wall mounts... arrrggghhh... and it was waaay too heavy, I should not have even tried lifting that thing. I was an idiot. I couldn't move for weeks and was bad for months... Finally, I have to say no and mean it... I'm getting too old for this sh*%... darn it. I want to..but, just can't anymore....
I know for a fact mine would rather have his little burro than a high maintenance fashion plate... oh, and...a little burro that also cooks is his all time "best favourite'.... the way to this guy's heart is definitely through his gut... flat as it still is....
okay...that's it.... gotta quit... this is turning into a novel....hahahahha......
I'm sure most men would prefer a woman who doesn't mind getting her hands dirty. Yard work plays havoc with my back injury but I do feel a sense of accomplishment when it's all done. Me thinks you deserve some more wine and some pampering after helping to shift all those rocks.
I'm sure anyone would rather have help with all of those rocks then have to deal with a person worried about a broken nail. I complain about a broken nail, but not because it breaks, because it often hurts! :)
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