Sooo...that picture yesterday? THIS picture:
That is Farmer H's new garage. The garage he has been planning for 3 or 4 years. He has the freight containers in place. Supposedly he got a not-heaven of a deal on them. Had them delivered and unloaded. Then he was waiting for money for trusses to put a roof over them. In the meantime, he filled them with junk. SHOCKER! The latest additions are things from my mom's house that he SAID he was going to sell at the auction, and never did.
That trench is facing the gravel road that takes us out of our compound. To the right. That's where the road is. The doors of those freight containers, which open like french doors, but are simply metal doors with a sliding rod that holds them shut...are at the left end of the freight containers in this picture. The plan is to join those two containers together under a roof, put doors in the side, and use the middle area (closed in, of course, once under roof) as a workshop. It never ends.
Farmer H drove his 1980 Olds Toronado in there and parked it, before he had the carport added when the roof of the Mansion was replaced. But he had to take his precious collectible out, because it was growing mold on the dome light. I don't know WHAT is percolating inside it now, since it is still not seeing the light of day, being draped under a cover, parked under the carport roof.
The problem right now is that moat out front. Farmer H dug a trench to set giant concrete cubes as a foundations before leveling out the whole kit 'n' caboodle for a garage. He needs 12 giant concrete squares, to the tune of $73 apiece. He still has money left (HE!) from the sale of rocks off the boys' property. In spite of squandering $1700 (undiscussed) on a brand new Cub Cadet lawnmower. So the only problem, really, is the weather. Never mind that he started all this excavating last fall. I guess he thought he would magically have a dry spell through the winter so the truck could haul in his 12 giant concrete cubes. Every week, he laments the forecast.
I've a good mind to run to The Good Feet store and spend a couple-ten hundreds of dollars on shoe inserts. Undiscussed.