It was a work-your-butt-off day ..... as even MORE rain fell in the afternoon. First thing, Mr. Chance and I went to order rock from the sand and gravel business. Back in prehistoric times, I weighed out and sold thousands of tons of rock. 1-1/2 inch sold for $3.50 a ton. The same size crushed concrete now sells for $8 a ton (at least that's what I think they said since my brain got overheated a little later). Trucking which used to cost $55 an hour is now $90. Our drivers were paid $10-12 an hour. That's inflation in 25 years.
While waiting for the rock to be delivered, Dan worked on the washout. We wrangled some concrete and moved a little dirt in 92 degree weather. I'm sure we were out there two days, because I was exhausted and HOT. I hate getting old!!
At last it was done until the rock arrives today. I cleaned up some dead branches here and there before plopping on the couch. In spit of Cooper's pleas to come play, I just couldn't do it. It's pretty disheartening to know you used to run 26 mile marathons and now need to sit on the couch after only two hours of work.
The rock should arrive this morning, so I better get to it. With company coming, I actually have to get dressed in something presentable ... you know without big holes in the shirt.