Sentenced to Hard Physical Labour

We're doing a big backyard reno this fall. Part of it to be completed now, and part of it in the spring, and the last bits next fall. So, it's big. Pretty much nothing in the back or front yard will be the same, except for one flowery shrub in the front that I want to try to save.

Here's the fun part. We're putting in a new pool, and we don't have enough access for an excavator. Not even a little one. So we're going to be digging it out by hand. We had almost finished lifting the sod today, with much shouting of "sod off" and sniggering, of course, when Spouse One suddenly hired some kid off the road. Seems OK, works reasonably hard at least so far, and while they're at the dump with the first truckload, I've actually managed to get some of the dishes done, and a little bit of cleaning.

What with working 13 hours on the days we're at work, and then working more for work when we get home, there's not really enough time to get anything done. And then we've managed to steal a few three day weekends so we can spend 13 hours on the yard. It's not a complaint, except to mention that we desperately need a house elf.

I'm super excited about it. I've just spent a whole summer listening to tanned bastards in bermuda shorts tell me how much work their enormous inground pools are. next year I'll be joining them.

despite the bad example that that cats are setting for me, curled up in patches of sun all over the place, I'd better get back to my shovel.