One Bite At A Time

There hasn't been much exciting going on here the past week. It turned much cooler (at least by Georgia standards) last night, and I think winter is fast approaching. After Joe took his morning 3.5 mile run with Molly (our psuedo Australian Sheep Dog) this morning, he made a couple of trips into town to pick up various and sundry items for the restoration of the now legendary "56 Mercury" collection of cars we have parked (I say parked because they don't really run yet) in our garage. Another thing that is keeping him busy is the redistribution of two huge piles of wood chips that were dumped in our yard a couple of weeks ago (at his bequest I might add). He calls it "eating an elephant one bite at a time." He is keeping a record of how many wheel barrows of chips he is moving about. So far he has moved sixty (that's right 60) wheel barrows of chips from one point to another on our 3.5 acres of land. And you may note in the adjoining photo, that it hasn't made much of a dent in the work to be done. In the past, Kim's kids came over and after taking volumes of photos atop the "pile," they helped "eat that elephant." Now, the kids are getting bigger and are involved in so many other things that fill their time, so Grandpa is just doing it himself, a little at a time.