Happy Memorial Day to the ones who gave all for some. To celebrate this year, we are having a hurricane and will sup on MREs and liquor. Since it seems unwise to haul a bunch of liquor across state lines along with guns, my bottles will find a new home within my relatives this weekend. I will play bartender and get my family derunk, as is tradition. It is becoming my role in the family and I am ok with that. Focus: Memorial Day Weekend.
Memorial Day always reminds me of my Uncle O'Neil. He died years before I was born on a battlefield in France. He was 20 years old and a medic. He ran into a minefield numerous times hauling his injured buddies to safety. I think he saved 4 or 5 of his fellow soldiers that day before stepping on a mine himself that ended his short life. I know that somewhere out there are probably hundreds of people that exist thanks to my young uncle's actions that day. That's wonderful, but I wish I could've met him. He was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Service Cross, which is embedded in his tombstone. I have his dog tag, which is mangled and still has some of his blood on it. Memorial Day helps me to remember that their are tens, if not hundreds of thousands of young soldiers just like my uncle that gave everything for their friends, families, and country. They never got to fall in love, raise a family, or grow old. RIP Uncle O'Neil and all others that made the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good. You were better humans than I'll ever be. Thank you.
How soon are you looking to move? You make it sound like you're pulling out next weekend or something...
With her supply of liquor it could take months to drink it down to a manageable amount to move. At least that is how I imagine it.
I don't see much more than a good long weekend... which this weekend is for you guys down there... so... what's the problem, exactly?
Yep, that's where it's going. I have been off the hard liquor for awhile, I got fucked up something awful at my dad's 70s birthday and lost the taste for it. I am more into wine...
I wheelbarrowed 2 yards of gravel today, and need another yard tomorrow to finish off what I need doing in my new wicking garden bed. And then I need 4 yards of topsoil. Fuck me I'm not used to doing this. I'm already seizing up... ibuprofen and booze seems to be helping. I'm fully aware of the potential long term effects, but for tonight, I'm quite OK with it.
If you need booze, Bewildered might be able to help you out. Four yards of topsoil would probably put me in bed unable to move at this stage of my life. I do not envy you.
One wheel or two wheels on it? Because two wheels makes a huge difference. Far less arm and carpal strain.
I am sure there are places that rent .8ton mini excavators that are excellent for moving piles of dirt/rocks.
2 wheels, and a nice long ramp. I initially was shovelling rock into the wheelbarrow, and then back out of it into the bed... but then remembered that I had long pine boards in the garage so whipped up a nice low include ramp to just dump the stuff into the bed. It was a hell of a lot easier than using the buckets I originally tried, or the "double shovel" method. I almost felt kind of smart doing it this way. Except for the whole not paying someone else to do it for me part... as that still seems a bit stupid. But we'll see... I can use the exercise. As long as it doesn't kill me.
It's oddly fascinating isn't it? I don't really understand it, but I can't take my eyes off it when it's on.
No shit. I tried to watch soccer exactly once. The US was in the World Cup and at the end of regulation it was tied at 1-1. BUT there were like 9 bonus minutes left. Bonus for what, I have no idea. They played about 3 minutes of the bonus minutes and suddenly the game was declared over. No one scored, it was still 1-1. The game was a tie and I was left screaming at the TV. "WHAT THE FUCK? THERE WERE 9 BONUS MINUTES! WHERE DID THEY GO? WHAT KIND OF FUCKED UP GAME ALLOWS A TIE? WHERE DID THOSE EXTRA 6 MINUTES GO YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!" So yeah, fuck soccer.