
On Saturday while Grandpa worked on the 'GREAT WALL' I decided to move the woodpile. I thought it would be great to have the space so we could have an area to sit and watch the kids swim. It was not as hard as I thought it would be. Some of the wood was quite dryed out and so it was quite light. Others were VERY heavy. I loaded it into the little trailer of the tractor and then drove the tractor around behind the fence - until Dad needed it to haul more brick down and then I used the wheel barrow.


I only had one casualty. A log rolled off the original pile and got me. I had my capris on. After that, at Grandpa's suggestion I put on my jeans on. I was teasing the kids at Jeannie's Sunday night that Fraidy got me. That she grew back her claws. (I quickly told them the truth so as not to freak them out too much.) Bad Grandma.
2 comments:
Ouch Mother! It got you good. No infections now...You did a great job, it sure freed up some space didn't it.
Holy war wound! Your poor leg. I hope that it doesn't get infected. That's a great place to put the wood pile. Your yard looks great and dad your wall is awesome! Looks like you've got a huge project to occupy your summer. I'm anxious for us to get out there and see all of the changes that you have made since we were last there. Love ya!
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