My dad and I finished excavating for the foundation. We threw down some cinderblocks and poured some gravel. So far we have a yard and a half, but after we get it all packed down, I think we'll need another half-yard. Then we will pour the concrete and start thinking about walls.
This foundation is a kind of metaphor for my life. The excavation of grass and dirt was when a girl broke my heart in 2004. It was like she tore a piece of my life away. Then I filled the void with cheap rocks but I would never be the same. I put cinderblocks around the rocks to hide my sorrows from the world. Next, I'm going to cast a 4 inch concrete slab over my broken heart, so that I will be able to move on with my life (build a shed). Poetic, isn't it?
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