Okay, dear DIYers, I'm gonna need your help here: is there anything fun/useful you can do with a "big bag"?
I had a delivery of gravel and now the bag's empty.
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Okay, dear DIYers, I'm gonna need your help here: is there anything fun/useful you can do with a "big bag"?
I had a delivery of gravel and now the bag's empty.
I'm a straight white man who grew up loving art, drama and musical theater, libraries, and didn't care about automobiles, drinking or sports. I was called a derogatory bigoted term (not sissy) almost daily.
"All her life she had heard and felt the Wyoming wind and took it for granted. There had even been a day when she was a young girl standing by the road waiting for the school bus when a spring wind, fresh and warm and perfumed with pine resin, had caused a bolt of wild happiness to surge through her, it's liveliness promising glinting chances. She had loved the wind that day."
--Annie Proulx, "Bad Dirt"
There aren't many better with words than Annie Proulx.