Carol, Nola and Michael showed up tonight to help me tear up my rock gardens. I really need to get out more because after doing a couple hours of moderate labor I’m sore as fuck. Tomorrow will be way, way worse too. Fourteen years of working on computers have made me a total weakling. Still, we got a whole lot done – the little rock garden is completely gone and the big one is mostly gone. Couple more hours work and they’ll be completely history, and I can start seeding the empty space. Then all I need to do is start calling contractors and find out what my garage is going to set me back.
Much love to the aforementioned friends, because looking back on it I could not have done it myself. Not only would it have taken days but there were several of those rocks that I could not have moved on my own.
Anybody remember that bright white rock at the top of the big rock garden? I wanted to keep that one as a reminder of sorts. I thought it might be moderately large, it looked like it was just sitting on a big pile of dirt. Turns out it WAS the big pile – the damn thing was really challenging to move around. I think I’ll be keeping it, which is good, because if I want to get rid of it, breaking it up by hand with a sledgehammer will probably be required. I can barely budge it enough to turn it around on my own – there’s simply no way I could move it.
I’ll post some pictures tomorrow when I’m not so fucking tired. The big white rock is a sight to see, and there was a metric shitload of rocks that composed that big rock garden. If you, anybody you know, anybody you think you know, or anybody whose existence you’ve simply pondered on occasion needs some rocks, please, please, please come take them. I don’t want or need them. I’ll even help you load them. As soon as I get some photos I’ll be putting them up on Freecycle TF and TF Craigslist too.