Rained hard last night. So this morning’s first chore was to dig out the front ditch again. Average spoil is five wheelbarrow-loads.
Normally I just pile it up out of the way, but this morning I found places where the ash had really flowed. Ash makes the worst mud I’ve ever encountered. Before I moved here I thought caliche was the worst mud. I was such a simple, naive child of nature…
In this case it was actually a blessing, because getting my big silt piles far enough away from the cabin to be out of the way was really becoming a burden. This morning I was able to spread it out closer, where it could do some good.
After the chore, Tobie and I went out for our long morning walkie.
We’re having a bit of an issue locally: Road maintenance is the responsibility of a POA*, which owns an old road grader. For years the POA board membership was fairly stable and that grader was run by a heavy equipment operator who worked for the county, moonlighted for the POA, and knew what he was doing. Lately there’s been some politics going on with the POA board, all the regulars quit, the equipment operator got old and retired … and simultaneous with that we’ve got a wet monsoon which is the only time road management is really an urgent concern. A single flash flood can cause the roads to become impassible even for 4-wheel-drives in multiple locations, literally in minutes. So the fellow who politicked so hard to become POA prez may be wishing he’d been more careful what he wished for – sick of all the angry phone calls he’s been out on the grader his own self twice recently – and has been demonstrating that that’s not a job for the unskilled. Probably hasn’t cut down on the frequency or volume of the phone calls as much as he hoped. 🙂
Now I’m waiting for the grader to break down. Again. That’s when it’s really going to hit the fan.
*I’m not a property owner, so for fifteen years I’ve been a happy spectator with no temptation to get involved. Also I’m frequently happy to have access to this jacked-up Jeep.