The carport-turn-into-workshop plan is going well. The base rock - not to be confused with chat *wink* - is being put in on the Clorox-clean dirt. (See previous posts if this sounds silly)
It's slow work. It's a challenge on the back, knees, arms and shoulders. Why? Well, part of the reason is we're not in our 20's, 30's or even 40's. (Did I just admit that?) And secondly, it was done one shovel load at a time by my honey.
I asked to help, but still feeling badly about the migraine incident, he said he'd rather me just sit upwind and visit with him. Beside, it won't take long. And the chill in the air gives him energy.
"That's a lot of cha...base rock to move, honey. Are you sure I couldn't help somehow?" I asked.
"It's just one load at a time," he smiled and winked.
That's one of our philosophies of Life: One load. One step. One piece. One bite at a time and it will get done and you will get through it.