I was not very motivated today.
We watched Quicksilver today. She was very low-energy. She sat in my lap and watched cartoons and Shaun the Sheep for the first hour-and-a-half that she was here.
I lose motivation if I stop moving.
Rocks
I did get one item crossed off the Honey-Do list.
Over the decades that we have lived here the road-bed has been dropping as rain kept eroding the surface of the road and the highway department kept grading the gullies out of it. That resulted in our driveway ramping down to the road ever-more-steeply which in turn has exposed rocks.
Mrs ERJ first mentioned the growing rocks about five years ago.
This year she gently reminded me that they annoyed her and that the oil-pan of her minivan is much closer to the ground than the oil-pan of my truck.
This week she observed that the rocks resulted in the coffee spilling out of my cup if I didn't first slurp a couple of inches out of them.
Getting started can be difficult
When you look at a rock sticking out of the ground, there is no way for a flat-lander like me to know how big it is. I was intimidated by the possibility of making the driveway unusable while I attempted to dig out the rocks.
Today was a good day to find out just how big the rocks were. We had rain last night so the gravel was softer than when it is dry.
I started digging.
Obligatory pictures of my trophies
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| Standard-sized pick for size reference. You can tell by the area that is still damp how much of the rock had been in the ground. |
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| This is the first rock I dug up. If you click on the image to embiggen it, it becomes clear which part of the rock was exposed. |
Don't you have blue stone gravel to restore the dirt-rock driveways? Or is that a New Hampshire thing? My neighbor gets a dump truck load about every 4-7 years (depending on damage done by snow plowing and rainstorms and once spread solids up nicely.
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ReplyDeleteI'm about an hour & half southwest of you on the St. Jo river. 1 1/2 inch crushed limestone packs down real nice after getting rid of those large rocks.
ReplyDeleteHaven't you always wanted a micro-blasting setup and roto-hammer?
ReplyDeleteThey will be renaming the Hall-of-Heroes after you at this rate.
ReplyDeleteMy name has been scratched out and chiseled back in so many times that the wall looks like a desk in the 7th grade detention room.
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All we ever get are flints. But some of them look very much as if they've been worked. Stone Age Man!
ReplyDeleteNot impossible: we live on a Roman Road so it may well have been an Iron Age road before that, and a Bronze Age route, and a Stone Age track. We live in hope of finding a Viking Hoard but it seems unlikely. Still, not long ago one was turned up near the village my father's family came from.
I've often said something like " 90% of doing something is doing something...."
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