about that anyways.........
My daddy always told me if I wasn't careful I'd end up digging ditches. And he was right! I've got a new one to add to my resume.
I got a call yesterday from my pastor asking if I was busy, and I'd already spent the morning putting out applications (I think I may get one of them, nbs - matress/furniture salesman extrodordanaire?) so I went over. He was laying water pipe himself, and he's almost 70, so he wanted help.
So I grabbed a pickaxe and shovel and dug out a narrow trench about twenty five feet by maybe 15 to 18 inches deep in the caliche fill of his driveway. I surprised the crap out of him and his wife with how much I got dug in four hours, that caliche is hard. Who cares you ask? I had fun! I love that kind of work. The only shame is it doesn't pay crap.
I got a sweet sunburn, (I is a redneck again!) and some sweet blisters. Plus I get to go out again thursday and dig some more, plus play let's find the water pipe!!! No point whatsoever, just neener neener neener. I get to play in the dirt and you don't! HA!!!
Plus he paid me extra (like I said, he was really surprised) and I got a bonus in cherry tomatoes! MUHAHAHAHA!!!! Pointless metallurgy will follow later, but I'm about to have to go feed the pizzaless masses of Copperas Cove. HI HO SILVER, AND AWAY!!!!