Susan's son was pressed into manual servitude on Saturday morning moving a yard of stones from the driveway to the backyard. Once deposited it became the daughter's job to redistribute them around a fire pit with a rake. Susan put herself in charge of diverting the dog's attention from the open gate by throwing logs around for her to fetch and the husband dug a trench around the rocks in which to drop some edging material. Afterward, Susan had to force herself to drive past a hundred yard sales on the way to pick up poison ivy killer at Home Depot. It was hard.
Anyway, once that was all taken care of Susan's family spent the rest of the day one yard over eating, drinking and chatting with a bunch of their neighbors.