Brain Damage?

Today was a good day in getting things done. Just a bit more than I thought.

Started off this morning with both Mom and I having essentially no plans. A quiet weekend day with a gloomy day outside. Than I had an idea. (Dum-de-dum)

Maybe I said, since it looked dry for a bit, we could get a trailer and get a load of mulch for the garden. Mom was looking for an opportunity to do that, so why not?  Sounded easy enough.

Uh Oh. I asked Mom for the directions to the place where we get mulch, and dirt for the yard. Turned out they aren't open (this time of year) on Sunday. So we stopped beside the road to figure out plan B.  Eureka, there was another place in Lynnwood. Off we go, Got 2 big scoops of mulch (well, sorta mulch, really it was a sawdust and horse manure mix) and back home we go.

There are a lot of shovel fulls of wet mulch in a cubic yard. We staged the material in the car port. As an aside, when Henry was barking, and I wanted to semi startle him out of that, my range of the flying 'mixture' was a little long, but yes, I did indeed startle him, and things were quieter. (Sorry H.W.) At least he had his sweater on. . .

Oh, what's that I hear, one load just won't be enough. Ok, I guess, lets go down to Lynnwood and we'll do this all again. Got back and the shoveling, and piling were a bit slower, really slower as that yard of stuff is really a lot of stuff. Finally get the trailer emptied. We're tired, but that stuff isn't too heavy, so no real sweat, just a lot of repetitive work.

What's that dear? We now need ROCKS? Even a half yard of ROCKS are a LOT of pounds of ROCKS. (Now you're seeing the tie in to my title?). Down again to Lynnwood, get a front loader scoop of gravel. How bad can it be?

First though, and my darling wife does get some points for this, a quick lunch at Dick's. And than off we go to home.

Now in case you ever wondered, and I see no reason why this would rise to your top thoughts as you go about your day, but here is the salient fact. Pay attention now, ROCKS are HEAVY!. It came down to filling two alternating buckets with just 2 shovel scoops of rocks at a time. I scooped, mom delivered. Two scoops filling just the bottom of the buckets was all the weight that could be managed. I didn't count, (too busy breathing you know),  but that was a lot of buckets.

So, in recap, what was imagined to be a quick load of ground cover, turned into 2 loads, and a load of ROCKS!  All I can think was I had a brain fault, and somehow this got out of hand. And it was my idea. (Again, refer to the title).

Now just to be clear, Mom did a ton of work here. (Actually several Tons). It was a true joint effort. She carted, and carried and scooped "til who laid the chunk". She was a real trooper!

And she of course was responsible for turning one load into three, just saying.

How was your weekend?

Dad