The fill is full.

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It seems my husband misjudged how much pea gravel he would need.

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4 yards was ordered and roughly two was used.

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The poor man loaded and dumped and spread for days.

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I honestly don’t know where he gets the energy or how he has the stamina at his age.

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I’m 16 years younger and it wears me out just watching.

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Viola!

Level ground… even though it may not look like it in the photo.

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Of course now there’s the question of what to do with the rest of the fill pile that wasn’t needed.

It’s way over here…

So maybe we’ll worry about that tomorrow.

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18 thoughts on “The fill is full.”

  1. Your man is too stubborn to admit he made a mistake. He will kill himself doing something that shoild have been done by younger folk. But, as huntress said, “He’s a marine.” They get an idea in their head, they gotta do it, or die trying. (Which helps you none st all. I think you’d rather have him alive.)

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