By the end of Tuesday I’d finished everything except the trailer’s back yard, because these were generally very lazy people and messing up 40 whole acres is hard work so they mostly concentrated on dumping shit in their own yard – setting it on fire, maybe pouring some dirt or used cat litter on top, breaking a beer bottle or 12, blasting it with a 20-gauge for laughs, then dumping more shit. In their way, these were moderately busy people.
Yesterday and today I spent seven hours on the yard, about a third of the total labor time. I was especially impressed by the tangle of old chicken and stock fencing in one large burn pile, that alone took at least an hour to sort out enough that I could drag it to the dumpster. A UV-degraded plastic garbage can filled with heavy car suspension parts came as an entertaining surprise but it didn’t get the win; I could just shortcut by dumping the can and falling back quickly till I learned what-all was living in there, then piling the heavy stuff into the trailer. But when I hit that half-buried, half-melted, really tangled fencing, I did have a few moments’ doubt that I would finish today. So that one gets the win. Good thing I keep fence pliers in the Jeep.
But I finished anyway, because damn how I wanted to be finished.
Now I’m trying to remember invoice formats – normally people just give me cash – and I need to have it ready to meet the owners tomorrow morning. Gad, I hate filling out forms, even forms I made up myself.
Hopefully I’m done, but even if they find something more they want me to do I’m pretty confident it won’t be much. They went over the work I’d done up to yesterday and declared it good.
And I hauled home three solid trailer-loads of scrap wood and pallets, which I didn’t originally expect. Along with some other pallets people wanted me to haul off for them, next winter’s firewood is collected and ready to cut. In your face, Martha Stewart.
I politely declined a job offer for cleaning out the inside of the trailer. No way I’m spending days inside that cat-piss-smelling thing.