I had a shipment of loopers coming, and the two teenagers I hired to help me with that, failed to show up.
Great.
But luckily I had an ace in the hole, which I played.
Unfortunately, the tractor trailer they sent could not get in my driveway.
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So they had to be unloaded at the end of the driveway.
Forty six boxes, each about 80 lbs., for a total of 3900+ lbs.
Makes me tired just thinking about it.
There was a time when I would have considered helping with this. But I have smartened up in my old age. Besides, I am not that fond of going to the chiropractor.
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At any rate, it is done. The boxes are in the barn, and I am glad it's over.
I have been taking my granddaughter to horse riding lessons. She is 6 years old, and she just loves it. Her face glows, she fairly quivers with pure delight.
And it has reminded me of my own horse days.
Yup. I was once as enamored as her.
At nine years old, my Dad bought me a horse. Her name was Nancy. She was short, kind of heavy, and she had the personality of a snake. She was always trying to do me bodily harm. I guess, in hind sight, that was a good thing. I learned a lot. I learned to be careful, cautious, I learned to take charge.
The other day, my oldest daughter and I were out and about. We pulled over to see these guys.
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My two older daughters both rode as children. We had horses, they had their own.
Zhia. Christy. Banner.
Seeing these two brings it all back.
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Sometimes I toy with the idea of a small barn, a couple of horses. Maybe some chickens. There is a part of me that loves that, longs for that.
But life intervenes. I am busy. There is so much to be done. As someone said....tis true....I have so many balls in the air.
So I put that idea aside.
I have a lot of my mind.
Someone I love very much is getting her ducks all in a row. It is hard work. It is humbling.
And while I can't say much, suffice it to say that I am 100 % on her side. I am there for her, no matter what. Some people may say that I'm overbearing.
Some people have no clue what it really means to love someone enough to sacrifice your own interests.
Some people are......well..........this sign I saw says it best.
I hope you are not offended.
The devil made me do it.
No, not really......it's me, totally me, I did it all on my own.
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Landsakes all mighty - I can't even imagine that many loopers! I don't even have the one box I bought from you done yet. Chickens would be good for your soul, but horses are too much work, and I LOVE the sign! LOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteI think you should copy that sign and sell a few thousand of them.
ReplyDeleteDi
I think you have a "Looper Illness" The more you weave the bigger the stash huh! You make me have second thoughts on learning too much about weaving because it seems to grow stuff in boxes!
ReplyDeleteBut then I finish my next project and start feeling the bug to collect material for my next project. I think I have Barn Jealousy :-)
Well, horses are a fair piece of work, but...I think worth it. There is something otherworldly being around them... It's a trade off though, time away from something else.
ReplyDeleteThat's one heap o loopers. How fast do you go through that amount?
Hope those ducks line up just perfectly.
Yeah, I had my horse days, only my horse was half pony and half Arabian. You should have seen the size the head on him. He was seriously mean and we fought constantly. In looking back, I wonder if the choice of horse was my parents way of "curing" me of my horse days.
ReplyDeleteThose boxes would scare me!
ReplyDeleteIced tea just shot out my nose! What a great sign!
ReplyDeleteI may have to print it and take it to school. (And keep it in a private place, so the children don't see it -- because it isn't about them. It's about some of their parents!)
Wow I had no idea loopers were that heavy! And the sign is priceless! ~Lili
ReplyDeleteI love the sign.. I call those people "PITA"S"
ReplyDelete(pain in the ass)'s.
When I was a head custodian at the high school in my town, every summer a load of clay would arrive on a semi-truck for the art room.. Each box would weigh 50 pounds and would have to be carried by hand up two flights of stairs. Summer help consisted of myself and 2 other guys. It was quite a job and usually it arrived on the hottest day of the summer.
When I looked at ALL those boxes at the end of your driveway I thought ~ good thing you have a barn and hopefully you own a dolly. (a two wheeled cart) to transfer it to the barn... It would be so exciting to have something like that arrive... There's a lot of projects in those boxes and I would be itching to get started on making something with those brand-new loopers.. Have fun and so glad you were able to get them all in your barn...
Somehow I missed seeing that ace-in-the-hole, sure hope it was like one of mine ( a neighbor loans me his 30 HP KIBOTA END-LOADER )
ReplyDeleteKEEK-HAPPY-WEAV'N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!