Around here it's hard to make plans and I learned long ago to fly by the seat of my pants. I try to be ready for whatever may come my way. Last week was one of those weeks. It started out with DH asking me one morning, "Could you please help me today?" He pulled things together in the morning and I went out to work in the yard. I wasn't paying too much attention and I jumped a little when this came into view:
That just looks an awful lot like a crocodile to me! The other day, Judy, over at Patchwork Times posted about finding a giant turtle in her yard here and I knew I had to share this with her. Knowing how afeared I am of snakes, my heart jumped a little. Yes, I know that the chances of finding a crocodile in the middle of the desert, in the midst of a drought, are slim to none, but all I saw was a gaping mouth. I had to take the picture to share with our son. He'll get a kick out of it.
It was the afternoon before we headed out with this:
Off the beaten path:
DH cleared a path:
He rigged up the contraption for me to drag our monster tire to the perfect spot because once it fell, it was not going anywhere.
I'll bet it weighs a ton and we needed it to be perfectly balanced and centered in order to plumb everything together.
Then the fun began:
These sacks weigh 80 lbs apiece and there are 40 of them. Let's just say I have a bone to pick with the Quickrete people. Do you HAVE to make these 80 lbs?
I drug 34 of them off the truck to DH, about 10 feet away, where he poured and mixed. He carried the first 6 like they weighed no more than a small sack of potatoes.
It didn't help matters when he kept flinging comments like, "Come on sweet thing! You can do it!" and "Heave-Ho!"
That just got me laughing which in turn, made it harder to carry the rotten things.
Thankfully we finished the job. The cattle now have another source of cool water and I am thinking that I deserve a nap after that workout.