This will be quick.
We leveled out a driveway by hand. Pick axe and shovels. All I really needed was a striped suit and a ball and chain. Mark kept singing about "Old Lazarus coming down." I was supposed to use the pick axe to the cadence of the tune. Only he didn't know the whole song. He sang those four words over and over. After about the zillionth refrain it was not the ground I wanted to hit with that axe.
We were leveling the ground for a metal carport. Company called and said carport would arrive at 6am on Saturday. The call came in at 4:15 pm on Thursday. Mark had to work all day Friday. No digging company available on such short notice. Bought pick axe on Thursday eve. I began to dig on Friday morning. Mark dug after work. We dug almost all night. Rocky hard ground.
Carport arrived Sunday at 6pm.
If any of this sounds funny I am not telling it right.
Take care of yourselves. Love, broken and bent Bea.
2 comments:
I have to admit it did sound a bit funny, and I think you were telling it right. Wow. The work, you must be out of your mind tired. Probably in shock. Yes, shock, if I recall correctly, describes my state after my last two moves. Shock and exhaustion.
I know you don't want us to laugh but it was a bit funny (esp. when you were debating about putting a pick-axe someplace else...).
You did a great job with that driveway and one day, you'll laugh about it.
Take care of yourself!
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