Writers or writhers?
There’s something about a man with a measuring tape… and a big truck full of shale (what people locally label lumps of soil and red rock; not to be confused with the material used in Europe to cover the roof). We had called our “dirt guy” several days ago, and this morning the work started.
This time around, the team is smaller than the last bit of earth movement around the house. A couple of trucks, a float trailer, a medium sized bulldozer. The job has halted for the day, but I’m sure they’ll be back in time for coffee tomorrow. Get the contract finished, collect the money and head on down the road.
For us, our “parking pad” will be doubled in size. That new rig needs space, and getting it out of sight behind the trees will bewilder the neighbours. “Do you think they’ve gone camping?” Come winter, I can spray the surface and learn to play hockey (just joking).
In bewildering news from around the world, a major summit between the two superpowers of the world (note the dropping of the word “free”). No agenda, no minutes, a very brief press conference and photo opportunity at the end. The only offer on the table is one where Russia thinks it can do a better job of investigating any electoral irregularities in America, and the orange prez agrees. Probably worth a whole two minutes when the movie series is finally released. So much other material for the script writers. I almost spelled that word as “writhers” because that’s what they’ll be doing. A new sense of ROTFL.
