{"id":87,"date":"2010-02-17T09:02:45","date_gmt":"2010-02-17T15:02:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost\/~david\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/?p=87"},"modified":"2010-02-17T09:02:45","modified_gmt":"2010-02-17T15:02:45","slug":"amateur-hour","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/2010\/02\/17\/amateur-hour\/","title":{"rendered":"Amateur Hour+"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We did some work in the yard last week between cold spell #1 and cold spell #2 while it was sunny and warm outside.  My brother bundled brush.  I ran to the hardware store for lumber for another square-foot garden.  Trudy prepared the soil, mixing vermiculite into the loamy garden blend sitting in bags in the back.<\/p>\n<p>Building a square-foot garden bed is not exactly rocket science.  You cut the lumber.  You drill the holes.  You drive in the screws in the four corners.<\/p>\n<p>But you see, such insight doesn&#8217;t come easy to a man with the kind of hands that used to make my grandmother coo, &#8220;Oh Davy, you have such soft hands.&#8221;  The perils of sitting at a keyboard all day.<\/p>\n<p>So anyway &#8230; there we are, Trudy and I, on our knees on the patio, she holding the wood, me drilling and screwing &mdash; changing the bit for a small hole to a larger countersunk hole and finally for a socket to drive in the screw.  While she was dutifully holding the corner square, I was drilling and changing and drilling and changing and screwing and changing in <em>orderly synchrony<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>At one point, Trudy pointed to one of the holes I had just drilled.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You know, you could just drill all the little holes first so you don&#8217;t have to change the bit so often.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Oh sure.  And then what would happen?  We&#8217;d be done in 10 minutes instead of working on this spirit-lifting project for more than an hour.<\/p>\n<p>Right.<\/p>\n<p>Next time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We did some work in the yard last week between cold spell #1 and cold spell #2 while it was sunny and warm outside. My brother bundled brush. I ran to the hardware store for lumber for another square-foot garden. Trudy prepared the soil, mixing vermiculite into the loamy garden blend sitting in bags in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/87"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=87"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/87\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=87"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=87"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/augerhandle.net\/blogs\/jumpingfish\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=87"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}