Wanna know what I've been up to?
Digging to China. In the heat. Sweating to death. Blisters on the palms.
Oh, it's on, baby.
Except I tweaked it a bit. Okay, a ton. It's a double swing, and it's next to my garden, and one day. . . my apple trees will give it some shade. . . probably in time for my grandchildren but who's counting. . .aw. . .
So. I had to dig down two feet.
Now, that may not mean anything to you, but if you've ever dug down for anything, and you live near the Rocky Mountains, then you know that you fight for every.single.centimeter of ground. Told you that I knew when I started this, I'd want to punch someone in the face when I got to work. Maybe even punch myself in the face.
Did it all by myself, Jeffro. You should be so proud of me. Your wife is da bomb. I know, I know- - - I create feelings in people they themselves don't understand. I think I deserve my own moniker for this-- that's how cool it makes me. From now on, I want to go by "M. Trey".
Um, what am I supposed to do with the extra dirt? That's recyclable, right? Just throw that in the recycle bin?
I kidd, I kidd.
Blue Stake's even been here.
I was a little surprised by the crisscross of lines all over the yard. Glad I called first. Yikes.
So! Where are we at for now?
Three 4x6x10 treated posts, 2 foot holes filled with 60 pound bags of cement,
some support braces while the cement cures--
and we are about there, man.
Wanna see what it will look like when I'm all done here?
Sure ya do.
Like this. But, you know, wider. And with two swings. Sweet.