By lizytish on December 02, 2013
I want to help Paul with the getting-ready-to-demolish-the-garage chores. I really do. It's a big task and just like any big task, with two of us, it would go faster. But I just don't like it. It's boring. And hard. And I get really cranky about it.
Since I can't really haul around big, heavy things because my back is fussy, I just knew I was going to get this job:
Hauling around smaller, not as heavy things. I've looked at that pile many times over the past few weeks, as we've been doing these preparations. I knew it was going to have to be moved. And I
dreaded that knew it was going to be my job.
From the garage, put them in the ATV trailer:
Drive them around the back of the house and re-stack them behind the wood shed:
I couldn't think of anything more fun to do. Especially since it involved backing the trailer up to the garage door. I am so bad at that. No matter how much I do it, I never get better at it. In the past, I've wrecked gutter downspouts and bent the trailer hook-up thingy. After my first go at it this time, I got really cranky. Terrible words were coming out of my mouth. Who wants to do a boring job that is made infinitely worse by having to back up a trailer? So, my best course of action was to get my earbuds and listen to knitting, book and food podcasts while I made several trips (can't put too much weight in the trailer) and eighty million backing-up adjustments. And after those eighty million adjustments? Still no better at it.
Here is the best part of having finished that job: I'm pretty sure we are saving these for no reason. I bet that they will be here for a long time and we may even move them again, say, when we decide the woodshed needs to be expanded. There is no project in mind for them. Awesomesauce.
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