Hmm, maybe ten days wasn't that long after all. I haven't said much over the last while cause I haven't accomplished much - I managed to strain my arms and then pulled a big smart and worked on them for another week, and it took a week after that without digging to stop them from being tingly every morning. So I became a computer dwarf and sulked in the basement trying to ignore the perfect weather outside - which is a waste of good sunshine, I know, but if I go outside I'll want to go to the hobbit house, and if I go to the hobbit house I'll feel like a wimp for not doing anything, and then I'll really total my arms.

So yeah. I started doing stuff again yesterday, and apparently blew it again - more pins and needles again this morning. I'm starting to feel rebellious, though - there's not a whole lot of digging left and I've been at this a month. Kind of ridiculous. I might just do it and say oops later.

So me and Brad went to get the gravel for the retaining walls and floor base yesterday. When we came back from paying for it we found one of the tires on the trailer having a meltdown. So we went across the road to Canadian Tire and picked up an air compressor, as well as a free sample of smelly black goop from the auto shop to fix the tire on my wheelbarrow, which is also having issues. When we went through the checkout line, Brad tried to pass it off as Espresso, but the cashier didn't buy it. Good thing it was free.

Most people at work know I'm building a hobbit house too. Lots of people ask if I'm going to have a round door, and I must say I think it's a requirement for any self-respecting hobbit. I'll at least give it a try. Lots of people have also started calling me a hippie - while I wasn't particularly fond of the term to start with I'm becoming resigned to it and I may end up liking it yet. I guess it is accurate. It mostly started when I developed a fondness for bandannas - Emma (my sister's friend) laughed hysterically and told me I looked like... whatever... but when I took it off a few hours later she told me to put it back on cause 'my head looked empty without it'. I'm still trying to decide whether to be insulted or not. When I put it on at work today my boss laughed so hard he almost plowed the bobcat into a transport truck and told me I looked like Jerry Garcia. I have no idea who that is. Perhaps I should google him.

...okay. Not super flattering.

I won't bother with a picture today as it is still only a hole in the ground, and probably not much different from the last picture. I hope to be done with the digging sometime next week (although I have 40 hours at work too... we'll see). So I'll post a picture when that's done. Estimated dimensions of the finished hole are about 17' by 17' by 5' deep at the deepest point, 1'6'' at the shallowest.