It was early in the morning. Well, early for us, A cold, bright Sunday morning.
Every muscle in our bodies ached.
I grabbed the shovel. Dug down pathetically. Looked over at Corb.
"We're not going to do this, are we?"
Corb shook his head. We started to pack everything up.
As Corb was dropping off the auger at Home Depot, he was approached by an older man in a truck that looked familar from the day before.
Friendly guy. "Have any luck with that auger?"
Corb shook his head. "Not really."
"What were you looking to do?"
"Dig seventeen holes four feet down for a deck we are building," Corb replied.
"I have a Bobcat that can take care of that in three hours," said the man, casually. "I'd do it for three hundred dollars."
We are both convinced that he was standing outside the Home Depot deliberately, looking for business. That's why he looked familar. We don't care. Anything to take this horrible weight off of our shoulders.
We also agreed to pretend to the outside world that we did it all ourselves. So you are the only one I am telling this to, dear electronic journal open for all to see.