Hauling Rock

This has been sitting in my drafts for over a year.  I finally finished it.

Basically, I was born to haul rock.  Bred for it, my daddy always said.

Pretty much I am.  I'm also genetically disposed to collect rock too.  Can't haul it, if you don't collect it.

Anywho, see these pallets of brick?  Yep, we volunteered to move these to Sweet Sarah's parents house.  It was a win-win.  They got free brick, I got them out of the backyard.  

Easy cheesy, right?  A nice Sunday afternoon loading, followed by a nice dinner at her parents' place.

This picture shows us with one pallet loaded.

We're feeling pretty good here.  Pallet loaded.  Keep on movin'.  I was BRED FOR THIS!!!!  Oh, also...if you look closely at my nose you'll see a divot.  That would be a biopsy divot for what later turned out to be a nice healthy scoop of skin cancer.  WEAR YOUR SUNSCREEN PEOPLE!

Did I mention the humidity was 129thousand percent?  And EVERY LAST LITTLE brick was encrusted with mud and worms and centipedes?  This picture was immediately taken after the above picture.  Still one pallet loaded.  And yes, that's a Budweiser St. Paddy's Day hat on my head.  Don't judge.  Free is free!

At this point, we're still smiling.  And hopeful, we will have this brick out of the backyard by the end of the day.

But lo!  An angel of reason appeared [her name is Sweet Sarah] and gently pointed out that the hitch of the Highlander was just a mere two inches off the ground with only ONE pallet loaded.

Time to assess.

Post assessment, I determined we would re-distribute the weight of the first pallet aaaannnnddddd.....KEEP ON LOADING!!!!

But lo! The angel of reason RE-APPEARED!  She gently pointed out that even with the weight re-distributed the trailer was no SUDDENLY close to the ground.

SIGH.  Time to re-assess.

The angel of reason was right [she usually is, but don't tell her].  The SUV nor the trailer could handle any more weight.  

Dang it.  This was supposed to be a ONE DAY PROJECT!!!!  

[If it all turned out happy and easy, what would I write about?  And what would our would entertain our mothers?]

Well, let's just say this didn't end the way we had hoped.  It was a TWO Sunday afternoon project, in which we had to bribe our niece's fiance to help us finish.  It also cost us two trailer rentals, major tire ruts in the green grass and the worst of it being Sweet Sarah 3 chiropractor visits, 3 spine specialist visits, 6 physical therapy sessions and countless hours limping around.  

A win-win for sure. They got a patio.  I got a broken wife.

I, on the hand, was bred for it.  

The end.