|This was a heckuva lot of work.|
TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS. Um, no, not happening...
But he gave Larry a lot of good advice, and Larry resumed digging on his own. In humid, 94-degree temps, all weekend. Last I noticed, he was painting some type of waterproof something-or-other on the foundation. It's all been very complicated, with Larry having to call in an electrician at one point, and now there's a huge pile of excavated clay dirt in our front yard and all the neighbors keep coming by to discuss the odds of Larry ever getting this mess cleaned up.
Naturally, I'm trying to ignore this whole thing.
In other news, a new couple moved into the neighborhood, with their 16-year-old and their college-age kid. We (meaning the neighborhood gossips) just found out that these kids are the 2 youngest of nine children. NINE. You know what this means, don't you? It means that I am no longer the neighborhood freak, with my moderately sized 6-kid family. I happily bestow the title of Fertile Fanny on this new neighbor mom, whoever she is (I haven't met her yet).
I won at Bunko tonight. I haven't won any money in over a year. Too bad I have to spend it all on library fines...
I took Susie to the local water park today, where we met some friends. I generally avoid this place - too much sun, too many people, too exhausting, too expensive. But I got a deal on Certifikids for half-price entrance fees and couldn't resist. Apparently, I forgot that I am too old for this sort of thing. I am EXHAUSTED. Seriously, I don't know how grandparents do all the things they do, when I can barely do things like this for my youngest kid.
Also? This summer is flying by way too fast. I'm already getting emails about fall homeschool courses Brian is signed up for, Rachel is working on summer reading assignments for high school in September, and our planned camping trips loom on the horizon. Whatever happened to those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer, anyway?
Larry is especially missing the "lazy" part, I'll tell you that.