In the "and now for something completely different" vein, I just wanted to remark on how much great fun it is to whallop a brick outdoor grilling installation with a 16 lb sledge. It'd be doubly fun if I had any muscles so I didn't have to use so much body english, but still, whalloping fun. What's not so fun is dropping a cubic foot of masonry on your foot. Luckily, I was wearing my special mail-order shoes with the steel toes and met-guards, so instead of the furiously throbbing but otherwise normal looking foot I've got now, I might've had something outta The Tom & Jerry Show.
ouch, but yay ouch. (c:
PS. In other news, Maddie made macaroons and the cats are all over them. I know Photon eats stuff like garlic hummus that he's not supposed to like but both cats eating coconut? Weird.
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Yes, there is something satisfying to tearing something up when its your own house. I tore up some raised garden walls (made with yard lumber) because they're too close to the house and was causing a leak into the house. One crowbar later and its all gone. I just finished rebuilding it yesterday and I'm going to let the coming rain resettle it for me. Now to tilling the gardens sometime in the next 2-3 weeks.
I'm really impressed with the sheer amount if nifty destruction you've wrought in only a few week-ends. Every wallop brings us closer to habitable yard/garden!
Did you knock down that little brick wall around the backyard, too, or is it going to stay up?
It's not a wall, it's just a BBQ -- it's toast. I'm also going to remove the partition that separated Dixie's "boat hanger" from the rest of the yard.
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