It a boulder.
The neighbor doesn't want it.
I want it too much.
It's part of the curse of being a sculptor. I lust for large heavy objects that are difficult to move. And then I move them.
My friend Brandon came over to help. Mondays through Wednesdays, Daddy Brandon cares for baby Vivian. It made for an interesting morning of contrasts.
Move the boulder a fractional amount,
pause, feed, change or bounce the baby.
Move the boulder another incremental amount.
Move baby out of path of boulder and pry bars....
Baby sleeping, move boulder very quietly.
Low frequency sounds, grunts and conversation are okay.
High frequency sounds of pipes clanging or sudden swearing not okay.
More later.
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