Rained most of the night and well into the morning. Another perfect day to stay in the cozy confines of the RV. Instead, donned my 20-year old but almost never worn foul weather gear (that seems to have shrunk somewhat while in storage), and did hand work around the edges while Bob finished excavating the shed cellar hole and back-filling the retaining wall. Semi-final excavation seen here. For a sense of scale, the surveying rod in the back of the cellar hole is 7 feet tall. Rode with Bob down to the gravel, sand, and stone pit in Fernville to pick up a load of crushed gravel that will make the spur driveway down to the shed turnaround much
more passable. While Bob was back at the pit for another load, a fuel truck showed up to top up the Glassner’s oil tank. Fortunately I spotted the truck as it was backing out of their driveway (again blocked by the RV, as the Glassners had assured me that they would be in New Hampshire today…) and was able to get the driver’s attention. RV quickly moved aside, the refueling (ordered by the Glassner’s real estate agent, so not known to Sid and Shelly) was accomplished in short order. Put the RV back where it had been. While Bob was leveling out the gravel under Delores' usual parking spot, he caught my eye and pointed over my shoulder at the Glassner’s driveway. Sure enough, there was
ANOTHER vehicle trying to get down the driveway but stymied by the RV. This turned out to be an insurance agent who, don’t ask me why, needed pictures of the house for the file. He, at least, didn’t need the RV moved, as, in spite of the steady rain, he was quite happy to just walk down to the house. I held his umbrella while he snapped away. As the day wound down, Bob pulled the stump of the maple alongside our driveway that the Kubota had been unable to budge. Took Bob about a minute. Then I had him
move to the stump burn pile the huge mound of debris that was on the property when we bought it, as the stuff in that mound was
so tangled and full of dirt that pulling it apart and putting it through a chipper would have been a nightmare. Two very full dump truck loads (…and Bob has a very LARGE dump truck) and a half-hour of time did the trick. Some quality time in the shower after Bob’s departure was followed by a delightful dinner at the Lapidus’. My foul weather gear now looks like it’s 20 years old… amazing what one day of fun in the mud can do to clothing.
Rained most of the night and well into the morning. Another perfect day to stay in the cozy confines of the RV. Instead, donned my 20-year old but almost never worn foul weather gear (that seems to have shrunk somewhat while in storage), and did hand work around the edges while Bob finished excavating the shed cellar hole and back-filling the retaining wall. Semi-final excavation seen here. For a sense of scale, the surveying rod in the back of the cellar hole is 7 feet tall. Rode with Bob down to the gravel, sand, and stone pit in Fernville to pick up a load of crushed gravel that will make the spur driveway down to the shed turnaround much 
more passable. While Bob was back at the pit for another load, a fuel truck showed up to top up the Glassner’s oil tank. Fortunately I spotted the truck as it was backing out of their driveway (again blocked by the RV, as the Glassners had assured me that they would be in New Hampshire today…) and was able to get the driver’s attention. RV quickly moved aside, the refueling (ordered by the Glassner’s real estate agent, so not known to Sid and Shelly) was accomplished in short order. Put the RV back where it had been. While Bob was leveling out the gravel under Delores' usual parking spot, he caught my eye and pointed over my shoulder at the Glassner’s driveway. Sure enough, there was
so tangled and full of dirt that pulling it apart and putting it through a chipper would have been a nightmare. Two very full dump truck loads (…and Bob has a very LARGE dump truck) and a half-hour of time did the trick. Some quality time in the shower after Bob’s departure was followed by a delightful dinner at the Lapidus’. My foul weather gear now looks like it’s 20 years old… amazing what one day of fun in the mud can do to clothing. 
