Saturdays, when the weather is nice, we have been working in the playground area at The Training House. I have mentioned in previous posts about taking down the stolbas, today we are clearing the yard of cubics. A cubic is a stone that has been quarried, it is the standard of 99 percent of all construction that I have seen in this country. A cubic is about eight inches square by about sixteen inches long, and about twelve to eighteen pounds. They are used for everything, construction of houses and business buildings, tall walls and short walls, including what we are dismantling today, a two-stone-tall retaining wall. The playground has, at some time in the past, been divided into three portions, so we have four walls to take out. England wants to use the stones to build a new wall, so when they are pulled up they are stacked in another place.
There are two delightful little children running around, the older one--a little guy of about seven--and his littler sister, probably four. They are close under foot, and especially so when England tells them (in Azeri) that I am digging for gold. He soon told me that he had told them and we have a laugh at my expense. It really is nice working side-by-side with the Azerbaijanis, they are open and friendly and have a good sense of humor.
It is a really nice day for early February, the sun is shining and we are done at the Training House at noon. We walk home and have a small lunch, then get out in the back yard. Beloved is turning the ground over, dedicated to planting some vegetables soon. (We told Coffeeman about this, he is not so exited about it as we are--this is his house, but he is not here yet!) We are running the pump to fill the water tank on the top of the house, and it seems just right to lie down on the sidewalk that runs down the center of the yard and bask in the sunlight. It is about 55 degrees, maybe 60, and it feels wonderful to be outside.
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