Sunday, May 25, 2008

"I'm starting to see it, too."

When we dug the sandbox out, we found out we had a lot more dirt than we anticipated. As I saw the pile getting higher, I finally began to see what my wife had been seeing. I asked the backhoe guy to make a channel in the middle of two piles, to make way for the hobbit-hole structure, whatever that wound up being.

From this point on, I started to actually get excited about the idea. I started to think harder about how to get it accomplished. Everytime I looked at those two piles of dirt, I envisioned a hobbit hole between them, and more dirt on top. I still did'n't know how I was going to do it, but at least I was motivated.

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A hobbit-hole in my backyard? It may sound crazy, but I can tell you that my kids love it. It is the coolest playhouse ever. Plus, they can enjoy the grassy hill for sledding in winter and water sliding in summer. This was all my wife's idea. She dreamt it, and I got to be the one to bring it to reality. I'm not a construction expert; this was a total do-it-yourself job by a complete amateur. It has turned out rather nicely, I think. Here is the story of how it came to be.

Since this is in blog format, the posts are in order from newest to oldest. To read this in chronological order, start with How it all Began and use the "Newer Post" links. Or click on the links under Blog Archive, in order.
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