Dirt

A year ago November my Joe & I had a barn built to accommodate my horses. It has stood an empty shell since then & has been a thorn in both of our sides for differing reasons. It’s a magnificent building measuring 42 by 46 feet & will no doubt bring us much joy once we are able to use it for its intended purpose. It’s getting to that point where we are having the problem.

Being the sort of person to do everything ass backwards the barn was built before the ground was ready & now we need to fill the damn thing with what amounts to a dirt pile the size of a small country. People; there is no such thing as dirt cheap. Dirt is the opposite of cheap. After spending nearly one THOUSAND American dollars I am now the proud owner of a pile of dirt I could have hauled in with a little red wagon.

My Joe, as I mentioned, shares my frustration with the barn finishing. Because of this we have come up with a plan B which includes moving existing dirt from one spot on our nearly 6 acres to another. With the excavating expertise of a long time friend & the rented equipment of a neighbor we will soon be embarking on the second leg of the Great Barn Fiasco. Leg three will consist of stall building (a future post all to it’s own I’m sure), followed by leg four: allowing the horses to use said barn as dining area, bedroom, toilet, chew toy & general target for destruction. At that point I shall be nothing more than an indentured servant to my adoring animals.

I am giddy with anticipation.