After years of discussing it, today I filled in two areas in front the house with small white stones – snowchips, as the rock store called them. Rather than make roughly three hundred extra trips to Lowe’s, we ordered the rocks from a wholesaler. Thus it came to be that at around 3 in the afternoon, I heard a truck pulling into the driveway. By the time I got outside, the truck was spilling a ton of small rocks onto the pavement – a ton apparently being the smallest unit that this wholesaler sells. I suppose fractional tons would require it being called a halfsaler. But I digress. I then spent the next few hours shoveling these rocks into their designated positions so that the driveway would be usable again.
Don’t get me wrong, I like my rocks. But this is one of those things you have to remember when someone gives you the “buy-a-home-don’t-waste-your-money-renting” spiel. Were I renting a place, I doubt I would have said to myself, “There’s a hundred bucks burning a hole in my pocket. Let me purchase many, many small rocks so that I can spend hours shoveling them around.” So I think that should be in the spiel.