It’s downright chilly.

I’m working, as when not?—and take breaks to go out and take advantage of the wind to use a plastic kitchen colander to sift rocks and gravel for the dry stream bed.

Which got me one of those odd drivebys—the usual chap out of work, wanting a job; but he sounded better than some. He swore without asking to get the roots out of the ground as well as the weeds, and offered to work for 10 an hour. Well, I’m out there sifting hand-rocks with a damn colander because we’re trying to save money and not buy rock, but there is one monster job he could do—moving all the gravel that’s grown up with weeds below the retaining wall, so I agreed for 2 hours. Naturally he had another job he had to get to, but would come back. We’re not so sure of that. We’ll see. He claims he’s trying to get jobs to get his electricity back on. We’d believe it except that the sales pitch is too polished and he started immediately waffling around on price and such. So…we’ll see whether we get the gravel moved. I did not pay him in advance.