Kind of a difficult task when you spend all day in a recliner, and can't even tend to your own lawn.
Fuck off, old man. This was an idea I had decades ago. The hillside I picked out rises over a hundred feet above the Edwards valley below and is crowned with an ancient grove of oaks. It was an ideal site to construct an underground dwelling like a Hobbit Hole, or Fogoue as they call it in Cornwall.
Oh, and the recliner is great and I've made a list of yard chores that need to be tended to by my Mexican.