Today took "doing Dad's dirty work for him because he's paying me" to a whole new level. I spent a chunk of the day shoveling dirt, excavating old bricks (which Dad of course insisted on saving because they're worth something), shoveling gravel onto dirt, and trying to get mud off my rubber boots. A neighbour who happened to see me dumping a load of bricks onto the pile of rocks in the front yard simply commented, "Prison work!". There was also off-and-on rain, so I wore raingear for a bit (see picture).
Besides work, Shack life these days seems to mostly revolve around intense matches of fussball between myself and Dad. Score so far (games won): Jonas-6 Dad-3. Today a two-game set was played after supper, each of us got one victory (though may it be pointed out that mine was by a larger margin). A couple friends have also dropped in these last couple days to marvel at our living conditions. Viva la Shack.
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