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big pile of dirt

a unit didn't sound like very much dirt when there is a whole yard to consider and I bought so many seeds from the nice people in Sandy, Oregon.  The nice people in Sandy specialize in Heirloom varieties and have pretty pictures on their web site and I was bored at work and now we have $62 worth of seeds which in case you're wondering, is a Lot Of Seeds.  lots. 

the day before they were delivering the dirt I called and said how much dirt is a unit, anyhow?  the size of a car?  a truck?  a dumpster.  A dumpster and our driveway was built for horses with steps in the middle not for cars it's too narrow for any car and too steep which means all dirt is carried up it in a wheelbarrow.  instead of a unit I got 4 yards.  which is the size of a car.  my buick, actually.  almost exactly the size of my buick. 

after shoveling dirt into wheelbarrows and pulling it up backwards because frontwards it was too heavy on that driveway which got slippery after awhile due to the dirt that was falling out and ben yelling at me for the dirt falling out because magically his dirt did not fall out he's careful that way, our Ben.  He's careful and I hate to do the gender thing but let's face it he's stronger my arms hurt my back hurts even my hands hurt.  after shoveling dirt and pulling dirt and dumping dirt where I see a garden and anywhere else there was room, after doing that for three hours and then more the next day we still have a big pile of dirt outside on the street.

and then it rained.  it rained and the big pile of dirt trapped a big pile of water and so there was water pooling up and gathering under aforementioned buick.  I watched it from inside thinking that it would find a way to dissipate but instead it got bigger and bigger so there I was while Ben was having breakfast with his dad who makes me crazy talking about Jesus like he's at the table with you.  There I was in the rain moving dirt so the water could flow downstream and not flood my engine but at this point it was wet dirt I was dealing with not dry dirt that is easy to shovel.  wet dirt and my arms ached and water dripped off my hood, my jacket.  There I was shoveling again but wet dirt this time and thinking about our old apartment with the balcony and small pots of dirt and flowers not big piles of dirt and weeds and yard and ivy and blackberries and three other kinds of invasive weed vine things that the people who lived in the house before us thought it would be nice to plant I guess. 

The IT guy from work came by because on Friday I offered him some dirt and he filled the back of his truck with dirt and there is still a pile down there.  I pull back the curtains in the front bay windows to look at it, check on it, under it's tarp.  Waiting for me.  in case you are ever faced with the dilemma of how much dirt to order just remember that a pile the size of a car is a whole lot of dirt. 

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