In retrospect, helping to lift and place the rocks around the pond's edge two days after spraining/breaking my foot probably didn't do it any favors. At least, that's what I infer from the fact that it swelled up like a dead toad after two hours of working. I should have taken a picture of my feet that day because on the left was a normal, though naturally large-ish (size 11, shut up.) foot. On the right was what appeared to be one of those elephant leg trashcans, made all the more ridiculous from the petal pink nail polish on its toes. There was not a strappy sandal on this earth that would have prettied up that monster.
And, YES, I have a doctor's appointment today at 2:15. Violet's comment yesterday scared me into going to have it checked out. So help me God, if I wind up paying the equivalent of a really cute pair of shoes only to hear that it's "sprained" and I "should stay off of it and keep it elevated", I'm going to go all sniper-on-a-clock-tower. And that's going to be damn inconvenient because I don't even know where there's a clock tower in Maine.
Pond progress: liner set, pond filled, and working on rock border.Tom fidgeted and fussed with rock arrangements all afternoon on Father's Day to create a waterfall. All those hours with Legos and Lincoln Logs as a little boy finally paid off.
I'm much happier with the new pond shape in terms of it not looking so much like a Jacuzzi, but I have a new concern. Because of choosing to site the pond on uneven ground (Jenn: not big on planning or forethought), we had to add dirt to the low side to level the edges. Some physics crap about water seeking it's own level or something. (I tuned out when Tom was explaining that part and wandered off to check Facebook when he actually brought out a plank of wood with a level duct-taped to it and began systematically checking every angle).
Now I feel like it resembles a tiny volcano filled inexplicably with water. Something about it just screams "Add baking soda and vinegar and red food coloring!" to me.