I hate dirt

I know "hate" is a strong word, and dirt is God's magical substance from which he created all things including the first man and woman. I know it is the final resting place for this mortal body of mine, so I should be careful what I say about it. But I can't help myself... I hate dirt (heretofore referred to as "the D-word"). Why? It has cost us so much time, headaches, money, and sleepless nights on Grubb Road that it's driving me nuts. It seems like we finally take care of getting it all settled and something else comes up and we have to pay someone to come in and do more work with the D-word. It's unbelievable. Hopefully this week is our final major go-round with it. It is being finish graded today and will be ready for seeding. Hopefully within a week or so the grass will be before us and the D-word will be behind us. Whenever I see the D-word now I see dollar signs and that's a pretty warped perspective against an otherwise innocent substance. Here's to not having to see another bull dozer for many years to come...