J had today off and we hoped to have our neighbor down to smooth out our mountain o'dirt for us. His son duly showed up on a wonderful piece of machinery and did a great job of eyeballing the levelness from his lofty perch.
He toodled off home and we went out to do our own eyeballing. I should mention here that J has a visual handicap- he can't see straight worth @!*&. When we work together I point out where the nails need to be to go through the wood and nudge the drill level for him. I am sure he
hates appreciates my interference assistance.
It started out well, it was obvious the front needed to be higher, so J started scooping. Then, it went rapidly downhill (as did the dirt) as we crouched down ala Tiger Woods to look from the side. I could clearly see the crown in the middle that needed to be removed, and assumed (I know, I know) that J could as well. He made it very clear that he did not see it and
we stomped around angrily I drew a line in the sand. Literally. Move that dirt over here. It got very silent for awhile, but you know, adrenaline does help a job go faster. And keeps you warmer.
It turned out pretty darn level, or as we like to say, "good enough, dammit".
A friend who is a carpenter stopped by today and told J that we did a good job of leveling it, so yay! AND, he complimented us on our awesome stairs! Double yay!
If that cat of ours goes out there and uses it as a sandbox, she better be smoothing it behind her!