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if life gives you fire hydrants...

I am eating lunch. After that, I will go outside and make a 7 by 10 foot lawn around the oh-so- inconveniently-placed fire hydrant in my driveway. What can one do? When the fire hydrant cuts into the middle of your double make a lovely patch of grass around it as if highlighting a priceless statue you imported from Italy especially for that prominent spot in your front yard.

I just hauled 525 litres of dirt home in my little Echo (that's 756 pounds) and I don't think the car was quite built for that kind of weight. The nice guy who loaded the bags of topsoil into my car expressed some concern as the wheel wells sagged down on top of my tires each time he tossed another bag in. I agreed that it was not optimum, but told him I would be careful on the way home and it should be okay. Well, not only did I drive circumspectly for the 7 or so kilometers to my house, I decided not to stop at the Dairy Queen on the way home to buy the box of buster bars I wanted as I figured those few pounds might just have proved to be the last straw for little Echo-car.

Well, this writing is turning into procrastination, so I raise my Perrier to getting a fine piece of lawn seeded this afternoon. I will post a picture when I am done.

NOTE: I am done and it looks great -yes, I know it's just black dirt, but there are seeds in there, believe me! Here is a picture of the newly framed hydrant, my trusty Echo, and if you look closely, you can see a little red bird on the ground between the car and the house. Oh, and after I finished I went and got those buster bars from Dairy Queen - YAY!


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