Soon we will make a dry well.

We will put the big black sump-pump bucket in the ground. Right where it stands now. We’re gonna dig a big freakin’ hole. Then we will drill the bucket with holes. And then we’ll plop the bucket in the ground and fill it with rocks.

By the way, when I say “we,” I mean “the bald man.”

If it works, it will destroy this water obstacle that is the focal point of the awesome equestrian course in the backyard. It is sad. But supposedly it will make the bald man happy.

I don’t get it. If you ask me, I think that poor bastard has no idea what will make him happy.