It's a somewhat well known fact that I married above my station in life but it is a burden I must live with, gladly. The "She Who Must Be Obeyed" proclaimed recently that she likes boulders in the landscape. So, this sent me off on a journey of the property, looking for a boulder. Previously, I have lugged large rocks into the midst of our mulch but this time, I was after a larger prize. I hiked into an area on which an old barn once stood, the only evidence of it being the foundation boulders. I dug out one, allowed the snakes and creatures living under it to slither away, and began prying and shoving and pushing it out of the bush and into, the brush. The thing is enormous and to give it a size perspective, asked my son to stand on top of it. Huge isn't it?
I shoved and placed my enormous bulk against it and thought of the dude who was condemned to rolling a boulder uphill from Greek mythology. OK, I'm exaggerating a little.
OK, that was a plastic army guy but here is a softball perched on top, still pretty freakin big. no? I managed to roll it.... .....about 15 feet and had to pack it in, just like riding with Marty & company on Thursdays! I am undeterred. I need a tractor but since I got rid of the old Ford 8N, I've got nothing but a weak back and orders from the boss so I will plug away, like Hercules pushing on the pillars at the entrance to Ceuta and eventually, will roll the beast into the designated spot, 100' distant. Oh, about that Tuesday Canal ride, yes, we rode and more to come later!