No really visible progress to show pics of, but a nice heartwarming moment.
So I have been shovelling and wheelbarrowing gravel into the pool for a nice base for the concrete. 6 in over the whole 20X30 pad. Every evening after work. Tonight I have been really pushing it and am almost finished, I want to get to rebar and plumbing this weekend.
I am out there on wheelbarrow #30 for the evening, 25 shovels per wheelbarrow load. Sweating like a prostitute in confessional. My daughter (7 years) comes out and talks with me for a second, and then says "dad you must be working hard you are sweating all over!" and disappears. A few minutes later she comes out with my big mug filled with ice and water and tells me to take a break. She wants to put the rocks in the barrow for a while. I am grateful as heck for the water and sit down on the patio reading TFP. Darned if I dont hear a steady shovel-dump going. And no pansy shovels either. I am counting them, and at 35 she yells at me "Daddy you have to move this coz its too heavy for me!" She has the wheelbarrow overflowing. I go and dump it and put my gloves on thinking that she has probably had it with that work stuff... NO, she tells me to go sit back down and we do that two more times before I tell her that I am really proud of her and she has done enough shovelling. (I was worried about her hands with no gloves on my shovel). She goes and grabs the rake and starts spreading the gravel in the pool bottom while I am dumping more in. about 30 minutes later she says "daddy my skin is coming off and its kinda hurty!" ****. Well I dressed her hands and sent her off to watch from the sidelines, but I tell ya, that one interaction with her was what made this all worth it, especially when she talked to me a second ago and said "Dad the pool will be better because we worked together on it huh?"
Oh my, there seems to be something in my eyes... the message seems to be getting through!
