On Thursday we arranged to have the dirt delivered. When we told the professionals the dimensions of our boxes they predicted that we needed 4 cubic yards of dirt, with each one weighing in at about 1 ton. We took their word and around 10 am Thursday morning the truck dumped the seemingly small pile of dirt at TEAM (Jess commented on how she hoped there are enough). Yet, we started chipping away at it one "barrow" full at a time (When you wheelbarrow dirt as much as I have impromptu slang will appear). Filling the first box was a triumph, the second a relief. The plan was that we'd fill the boxes, deplete the dirt, and zoom me off to a lacrosse game with a sore back. That didn't happen. We had about 1 1/2 cubic yards of dirt left, and we couldn't leave it piled there, so we began to frantically spread it along the perimeter of the yard. About three and a half hours after we had started the dirt was finally spread out. The boxes looked really nice, but days later I've been nursing my back and shoulder with Icy-Hot cream.
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| There's the truck dumping our screened dirt into the TEAM field. Little did we know that the "small" pile of dirt was going to cause us a lot of trouble. |
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| There it is in all its glory. I know it looks small, but in reality it was very scary. |
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| There I am, shoveling the first bit of dirt into the "barrow". |
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