Even nine is not enough!

Remember the show Eight is Enough? OK, if you don't remember that then my title isn't funny... overlooking the possibility that it may not be funny even if you do remember Eight is Enough.

So, what the hell am I talking about. Well, nine bags of river rock was just the start. Got all the steps in the previous post completed today and with each bag of rock I spread it seemed like I hadn't covered any more ground at all. I wish now I'd just had a 1/2 load of rock delivered, but now that I'm into it I'll just keep running to Lowe's until I get enough coverage.



Here's the rest of the back yard. Got the planters going, bought a new comfy chair. Now as long as the bone head across the green belt doesn't kill me with a golf ball it'll all be great. Yeah, about 9:30 last night the loudest WHACK on the side of the house by the fire place nearly scared me to death. I'd wondered where the golf balls were coming from that I was finding in the yard... the stupid hillbilly family across the greenbelt figure it's their own personal driving range. I went outside and heard a party going on across the way so went upstairs and screamed that they were hitting a house! They got quiet but nobody responded. It doesn't hurt the siding, but hitting a window would really piss me off and it's just a matter of time.