After another day of complete prostration for Phil on Tuesday, the ground was frozen enough that we were able to receive delivery of a dump truck's worth of large gravel.
Our driveway has been just a mud slick, impossible to drive up, after four and a half years of driving on it (any extra gravel we received during the major construction was either scraped up and repurposed or buried underneath mud on tires, or simply pressed down). The slightest rain makes us unsure of actually leaving the land.
A friend recommended that we do like the Romans: larger gravel on the bottom and mash it down, then cover that with smaller gravel. (The smaller gravel is what we've had in the past, the larger is what we received today.)
We have been waiting for a good freeze to do step one, and happily, today was the day. By 8:40am, when the dump truck arrived, the ground had begun to thaw, but the driver backed his way down. The dump truck's tracks pressed that large gravel until it was level with the clay. No wonder we've been almost getting stuck, if a truck could mash in large rocks level. That was one mushy drive!
Phil headed back to bed after receiving that delivery. Unfortunately for him, we also were receiving delivery of some interior doors today. Finally! We ordered (and paid!) for them before Thanksgiving, and I am ready to be able to shut the door and feed the baby without an exuberant son bouncing in to see what I'm up to. I appreciate my familial popularity, but I could use a bit more privacy.
Anyway, it can be hard to hear trucks, and the driver's phones don't always work out here in the boonies, so we try to wait for deliveries where we can greet the drivers easily. Droopy, sick Phil headed up at 11:15, as the delivery window was 11-1:30.
An hour later he came back. The delivery window had changed, and they would call. The call came just before 1pm: delivery from 1 to 2. So Phil went up again.
At 3 he came back, having sat in the car, dozing, for a total of three hours at that point. Within five minutes, we heard the truck. Ten minutes later, the doors were inside.
Phil put the large double doors in place, held by a screw. Physically, that was all he could do. The doors are not really installed, but they aren't actively falling around and damaging the floor.
As for me, I spent the entire day reading to the boys. Well, I fed them and such, too, but we were captivated by a book, The Ides of April, the prequel to another book we recently enjoyed, Beyond the Desert Gate.
And it felt just a little productive as well—Jadon managed to put together an old Lego set we have, the Toy Story Pizza Delivery truck. We couldn't find about ten pieces, but using substitutes, he put it together. It is so cute!
I think we have dozens more sets to assemble. I have spent time, while reading aloud, separating the colors (such multi-tasking!), but there are so many pieces, even when divided by color, the sets take time.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
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