|Pile 'o Dirt.|
|Pile o' Hay.|
My weekend involved piles. A big pile of dirt was delivered early Saturday morning. And 50 bales of hay were piled in front of and then stacked in the barn. I am still working on the dirt - but I got a LOT done this weekend and learned a few things, too. Such as: allowing myself to think that 'just a half' of a NY bagel won't be bad - is wrong. It is bad. And I do mind. And I promise not to do it again. Also, after enduring a morning-to-afternoon onslaught by my neighbor and his chainsaw right across the road from me, I marched over in a semi-fumed state to request a moratorium for Sunday. He stopped when he saw me, smiled and said that he was finished for the weekend and was going to the local quick-mart to get a beer - did I want one? All the fume disappeared. He brought back two bottles of locally-brewed brew and we sat on my dirty Adirondack chairs and contemplated the sheep. And my dead pine tree. And the potent wafts from the field next door that was liberally soaked with liquid manure. The moment didn't last long, but the beer was excellent....heehee.