.....but by definition it's progress.
Here is where the dirt was:
Here is where the dirt is now:
Here is how much more dirt I have to move--yikes!
All the while, roughly 33 horrifyingly ugly and shrill constantly reproducing inbred little gremlin mutts (maybe cairn terrier/poodle/min pin/Chinese crested mixes) are screaming at me from The Asshat's side of the fence. My dogs are ignoring the neurotic screeching. I am exhausted from trying to reinforce the fence, which the vile beasts have chewed peepholes through (the same fence The Asshat refused to pay his share of in the first place), by adding another whole layer of fence boards over the existing ones, all the while with them screaming at me. He's not lifting a finger to silence them or help. Anybody surprised that the same moron who floods me out for years also treats me to his neglected screaming "dogs" for 8 years? What is WRONG with me that every instance of his idiocy amazes me anew?
Oh--I decided not to do the pea and chard bed yet because I think it'll be easier to dig after it gets a little rain on it. Maybe Friday or Saturday.
