That just begs the question, why would you keep a wheelbarrow for 40 years when the axle keeps falling out? I didn't ask because I feared for my sanity. Anyway, it turned out pretty well and I don't have to weedwack around that stupid thing anymore. This is good because it's a pain in the butt. It's bad though, because I'm starting to think that I can put wood chips anywhere I don't want to take care of and I'm good to go. I might try putting wood chips on the dishes next!
The next job was the rose tree in the front yard. I had to pull out a major bush for this one, which brings up a great story. Now, if there is one thing that can be said about my father is that he likes to help people. If there is another thing to be said about my dad is that he runs into a lot of weird people that need help. If there is one more thing that can be said about my pop is that when he wanted to help one of these weirdo's but didn't want to do it himself... he'd send his kids. That is how I found myself at this lady's house at the ripe age of 14 pulling out bushes from their front yard. Apparently her husband was a alcohol tester for the FDA, it was all really hush hush so he hid his identity with the cover story of being a drunken layabout. The man was a pro. If you saw hin on the street you'd have given him money. So there I was with a shovel... just loving and respecting my dad for getting me into this with every back-breaking hour when the booze hound ... I mean, secret undercover FDA... whatever. Anyway, he comes stumbling out of the house and informs me that I'm doing 'it' wrong. Whatever could he mean? I'm shoveling dirt with a shovel... I didn't know it could be done wrong. He then hops in his pick-up backs it up to this huge bush I've been working on for the last 2 hours and straps a tow chain to it. Now, some people would slowly pull the truck forward till the chain was taunt and then carefully apply gas untill the bush pulled out. Lets put those kind of people in column A for... not complete frigging idiots. Our friend here was more of a column B guy. There was all sorts of slack in the chain and he guns it like he's drag racing. It got the bush out, it almost swung out and hit his truck. He also managed to leave huge ruts in his yard and wreck his truck in the process. I remember thinking about how I would never do that to my own property... ever.
So, I have this huge bush in my front yard that I have to get rid of. I took one look at the shovel and thought 'screw that... I gotta truck!' It's funny how time will change a persons view on things. It worked out, I didn't do the redneck special on it... and I wasn't half in the bag either. Here is the rose tree we planted in the front.
Then we took a break and decided to spray each other with the hose until we cooled off. It was in the high 90's today and everyone was working really hard. Joy was watching the kids, Serenity was running around in a diaper and Hayden was begging me to rip another bush out of the ground with the truck. Ok, I guess... I was working really hard. Anyway, we got them a little soaked. It was so hot outside that the water from the spigot was luke warm. It was like an outdoor bath for Seri. She loved it!
I then moved to the front and finished getting the bench in order. I think it looks pretty cool. All those bushes in the front are going to go. I'm going to move them in the back for the most part.
For good measure we decided to plant a stick in the ground as well. It's going to be another rose tree or something, Joy swears that it's not dead... just dormant, like Stalin. I think I planted a stick.
Joy was looking for the plant in the garage but couldn't find it. I told her that it was hard to find because the plant is inconspicuously hiding as a dead stick. She didn't find that as funny as I did.
To top this post off, here's Hayden with his bad guy look. According to him, this is what bad guys do right before they do something bad. It'd a novel idea because cops can just walk around waiting to get the stink eye from people. It's save a lot of time! In all honesty, I think this is the look my engineers get when they decide to try to 'fix' my network themselves instead of telling me that they broke it. Weird huh?
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