Muscles Where?

What is it about dogs and tissues. I’ve never seen a dog who isn’t fascinated by reducing paper to a thousand small pieces.

Raul has to pick up each rock between two and four times. We bought 192 tons for the house.

Despite the August heat, Raul has been working very hard to skin the first floor in rock. First, he moves a selection of rocks into his work area. Then he picks them out, one by one, until he finds the right one for the spot, shaping it as needed by beating it with a mason’s hammer. Finally, he mortars the spot and places the rock. Next rock.

That means he’s going to pick up up to 192 tons of rock at least twice. Much of it, he’ll pick up four times as he lifts it up to the scaffolding he stands on to get to the top of the wall.

Raul is the only worker our neighbor Ralph respects. Ralph watch him work for a half hour or so. Then he said in his inimical Australian way, “That man must have muscles in his shit.”