Yesterday dawned cold and overcast – 56-or something – but the rain had finally driven off over the mountains and it brightened up buy the afternoon. We were tired from all the work, so we kept it as a Day of Rest and to further relax went up the hill and over to our neighborhood dive-winery for the bottle-it-yourself special.
Today was bright and clear and also cool, so perfect for hauling rocks again. This is starting to get a bit boring, but we’re building muscle and doing cardio at the same time, so whatever. The patch along the street that needs filling-in is rapidly shrinking as we move rough rock (for in-fill) out from under the redwood tree where it’s combined weight on the roots and rooty-stuff is kinda not good. Today my Brainiac Wife lit-up and kicked-into high-gear, and at the orders of SHE I went into the garage and retrieved the big rubber wheel-chocks. Doh! This enables us to now fill the Little Green Deathwagon while it’s parked on the driveway’s steep-spot, without risk of runaway and damages. Doh!
There’s still the issue of gloves wearing out, and I noticed my long middle finger(s) pushing and wearing against the stubby-short accommodations of the Wells-Lamont Costco-specials. Surely someone makes gloves that fit prehensile finger-digits?