The hole in the backyard is filled in.  With the yard panzer, it took about a half-hour to spread and level six yards of top soil.  That’s about 12,000 lbs of dirt.

I would have taken a photo of the big truck dumping the dirt, but the driver was a horse girl, so it would have been awkward and creepy.

Are you familiar with horse girls?  Being a student of human nature and a retired high school teacher, I am familiar with all the student archetypes.

A horse girl likes, rides and grooms horses.  They are cute and athletic, but not tall and polite like volleyball girls or sturdy and gay like you’d find on the softball team.  Horse girls lack feminine wiles, and prefer to be treated like a competent guy, but without the profanity or bawdy humor.

Here’s an example of a horse girl from Physics back-in-the-Day.

After a lab, her station wasn’t adequately dismantled.  In my congenial manner, I pointed this out to her.

Me:  “The masses weren’t put away.  What?  Were you raised in a barn?”

Her: “I wish.”

My students were nice people, and I knew she was a horse girl, so the non sequitur about being raised in a barn would be appreciated.

It’s only dirt, but getting a dump truck to deliver six tons of topsoil for $250 seemed like a pretty good deal.  It wasn’t enough.

I want to raise that part of the yard by a couple of inches, and have a couple of yards of topsoil left over for the creek banks and low spots everywhere else.  I’m going to order another eight yards.