Jackhammer

This morning, I went for a run with my sister. We are training for a little half marathon. Today was an 11 mile run. The whole run we chatted about silly things, mainly focusing on what we were doing the rest of the day (sleeping!) and what kinds of amazing food we were going to eat since we ran 11 miles. We're relatively slow so this venture took 2 hours which is fine and dandy with us. In my neighborhood, it's really hard to find 11 miles that aren't up and down the steepest hills ever. So we choose to repeat quite a few loops that have moderate hills. This makes us run by my house multiple times during the run (which is really hard because all I ever want to do is flop down the driveway and fall onto the couch). Here's where the story turns to jackhammers. 

Yesterday Will tells me that he wants to dig a hole in the backyard to make a pond. This is because he's also getting a bee hive in April, and these bees need a source of water. Mmmhmmm. I'm trying to be very quiet and very supportive of this bee idea. It would be lovely to have honey from the backyard, right? Right. So we talked about this pond yesterday, and he was telling me what it would look like. In my head I'm picturing a kidney bean shaped hole in the ground, kind of just out there in the middle of the yard. I'm picturing the dogs falling in, me falling in, sticks falling, etc. Oh, and I remember being a kid and trying to dig a hole in my backyard to make a pool. Granted Will is smarter than I was at age 7 but still... At this point though, I'm still in the whatever-you-want mode but start to (strategically) think out loud about how we could make the patio (which is just this slab surrounded by brick) bigger and have it extend out so that the pond is almost a part of this nice patio/deck off the back of the house. This immediately makes the gears start turning in his head and I secretly high five myself for having such a fabulous idea. So on to the jackhammer. 

Mid run this morning we pass by the house and I hear this whirring sound like a saw and I tell my sis, "Hey, hear that? That's Will tearing up the patio!" (Originally, his plan was to get some kind of saw that would hack through the cement.)When we ran by we saw the table and chairs out in the yard, and I high fived myself again. Then what felt like a gazillion miles later we came back to my house and Will and his saw were not there. The dogs seemed in a panic so I'm imagining that he had a stomping scene back to Home Depot with a faulty saw or something. Moments later I hear him return and with him, a jackhammer. Apparently the saw (no idea what kind) wasn't working so now we have this:

 

and a whole lot of noise. One of the things I talked with my sis about while running was how I was going to come home and get back in the bed and try to forget the running torture. Well, let's just say I've had to come up with a new plan for the day. There's no sleeping here or probably in the entire neighborhood. Quote of the day from Will, "Cement's hard!" and then he asked me to make him a sandwich. Lovely!