Sometimes, there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's the Dude, in Los Angeles. And even if he's a lazy man - and the Dude was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County, which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest worldwide.Many people associate this particular attribute with my dude, mostly because when he first came into our lives he had a penchant for sleeping twelve hour nights. He's also a thinker, and there are many who don't believe that thinking is work.
Today, the dude worked a ten hour day. Today, Sunday. In fact, when I told Sissy he was out there working at 8:30, she said, "The Dude?" (She called him by his real name, of course.) He was directed by our neighbor who we called the foreman (though he did a lot of work for a foreman). And eventually he was assisted by Jersey, Sissy, and me. (I had non-path building tasks to attend to like dog walking and lunch fetching.) Anyhoodle, we laid gravel, and tamped it, and shoveled sand, and path built and ten hours later, this is where we are. There's still brick cutting to be done, but essentially, we have a garden path. Bravo, dude!