That old saw about how it’s the fuel that warms you twice? Bullshit. It’s making me sweat over and over. I hate each and every little rectangular bastard on that pile.
The problem with shale? It’s made of rock.
And the only available bits have calved off eroded ridges – which tend to appear high on the – rather steep – slope.
Have I mentioned that I’m an old stiff one-legged guy? Because I really am. Especially this morning.
Then you lug it out of the gully, pile it into the wheelbarrow…
…and go get more.
I need a minivan full of Mexicans. And a beer. It’s only 9:30 in the morning, I’m only about a third of the way through the new woodshed floor – which is not going to be a masterpiece of masonry art – and I need an old man nap in the shade.
ETA: Okay, yeah, I didn’t make it. I’m only a foot or two from the entrance but I’m out of steam. And shale. Back and stump singing Dixie. Can’t face going back into that gully right now. This was harder than I anticipated, and I’m gonna rack myself up if I keep going. I’m going to have a bite of lunch and then declare it baking day. Finish mañana.
“I need a minivan full of Mexicans.” Trump kind of ruined that for you.
“…a beer.” You don’t have a few stashed in Landlady or Ian’s fridge?
“…old man nap in the shade.” Go for it! Only LB will know. A hammock strung between the junipers, perhaps?
It seems that you have discovered nature’s patio stone. But yes, hauling and setting patio stone is serious work.
. . . but just think how nice it’ll be when it’s finished.
🙂
The whole “teenage brain trapped in a 63 year old body” thing sucks as I’ve recently learned. Take your time and don’t give yourself any more physical grief than is necessary. I’m right there with you Joel.
I guess these suckers are looking better all the time:
http://tinyurl.com/l6wocn9
But ya know, once you get the stuff into the wheelbarrow, I bet the appearance of Mr. Bully could make the rest of your journey significantly faster…
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