Why is there no 300 songs post tonight? Because I was busy shoveling dirt, that’s why.
This is where our bbq pit is going to go.
That’s about 14 inches down. I didn’t just have to dig a hole, I had to deal with all kinds of roots and unidentifiable stuff that might have once been alive. There was lots of sawing and cutting and lopping.
Here’s a closer look.
You need to view the larger size to get the gist of it. But that was all filled with roots. See that tool over to the left? That’s a lopper. It’s my favorite tool ever.
So that’s what I was doing tonight. My body is hurting.
Once, when I was young and stupid, in a fit of teenage rebellion, I told my father I wanted to drop out of high school. He said, “Great. The world needs ditch diggers, too.”
Well, I’m here to tell you that isn’t an easy job. And there’s infinitely more job satisfaction with manual labor than I get at my desk job all day long.
So here’s to you, Mr. Ditch Digger. I now have a full appreciation for your job.
[this post was really just a way to say “look at me, i worked my ass off tonight and now my arms hurt and feel sorry for me, ok?”]
Man, you guys are gluttons for punishment, aren’t you?? It will all be worth it when it’s done, though. I’m anxious to see what the BBQ Pit is going to be like!
Hell, I’ll feel sorry for you AND admire your efforts, if you’ll just tell me what a lopper is and why it is awesome.
Do you ever think at the end of Office Space that Peter had the right idea going off to work construction with Lawrence instead of following Michael and Samir into another programming job? I do.
“When you come in on Monday and you’re not feeling real well, does anyone ever say to you, ‘Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays’?”
“No. Naw, man–shit, no, man. I b’lieve you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.”
Lawrence might be the smartest character in that movie.
Scoldy, I was thinking about that last night. In my next life, I’m going into manual labor. Peter definitely had the right idea.
This is a lopper. It’s basically a mean pair of scissors. Kind of. I first used it when we were cutting through all the brush and trees in the backyard. There’s something very satisfying about hearing the “snip” sound and watching those dead branches snap apart. It’s a powerful tool, without being a power tool.
There is a certain purity to manual labor. I envy those who can point to a building and say “I built that” or to anything and say “I fixed that”. It’s not like I can point to a spreadsheet and say “see I crunched those numbers”. It just doesn’t seem the same.
Deacon, that has been the joy in doing all the renovations on the house and yard ourselves. Sitting back at night and saying “we did that” is a pretty awesome feeling.
It’s not like I sit at work and say “I processed that judgment. Awesome.” It just doesn’t happen.
I just deleted several inappropriate hole related jokes.
I am so stupid.
Haha you should have left them. You know how much I love sexual innuendos.
“filling a hole….”