posted Fri, 16 Nov 2007
Yesterday, I spent four hours busting rocks in the hot sun.
Well, digging out rocks from the edge of the flowerbeds and carrying them to the side of the house in the cool sun.
But it was still hard work. And it reminded me why I try not to break too many laws: I don’t want to do this sort of work every day.
Anyone want to buy some rocks? I have hated them since I put them in, but was too cheap to buy the ones I really wanted – flat, slate-like, brown – after I had already spent $250 on these. When a guy stops by your house and asks if you want to buy some rocks and even tells you that he’ll help you put them in, you don’t ask questions. But you should.
The end of the line
2 years ago