Saturday, April 3
Meanwhile, back in the play pen...
The poopies are trying out for the Rugged Mountain Football League.
(That would be "soccer" in any other country.)
I think Esther wants to be a goalkeeper.
But practice keeps getting delayed because she buries the ball.
She's going to have to work on her endurance. ZZzzzzzz. "Huh? Wha?"
Just wish I could teach them to put away their toys.
I discovered this old trash pile, cleverly disguised as an ant hill.
Poking about, it turned out to be a construction site grave yard.
It was made up of roof composite, insulation, wood, scrap metal, concrete,
nails, screws, and decomposing waste materials of an astonishing variety.
It appears that they tried to burn everything, and when that didn't work,
they buried it. Because of its specific proximity to the house,
I could not just leave it there. So I began to dig...
The enormity of this task soon became overwhelming.
To combat fatigue and frustration, I imagined that I was on some
archeological dig. Better yet, searching for buried treasure.
No, sunken treasure! Yeah, that's it, submerged in a tropical lagoon.
I pretended that each nail was a link of a fabulous golden necklace.
By this stretch of the imagination, I am a very wealthy man...
I dug around the pile in ever increasing concentric circles
to find clean soil outside of the burn area.
But every scoop turned up more nails, steel cables,
and this pile of concrete that must have been dumped from a wheelbarrow.
It's going to take more than imagination to get rid of this mess.
Creativity. Took some scrap lumber and some screen mesh...
Rugged Mountain CSI (Construction Site Investigator)
