Summer Waxing Grandchildren Moon
Started the morning with my favorite kind of work, mechanical. Question: how to get the mower deck off the lawn tractor. It is, I recall the salesman saying 14 years ago, “A snap.” Well, he should have been here. Nuts and bolts, screws and hammers don’t respond well to my ministrations. If it can be done the easy way–a snap–and the hard way–my way–guess which I end up pursuing? Yep. Same deal with the bagger. So easy. Hmmm. The best that can be said is that, in the end, I figured out that the easy way was also the only way to get them off, but it took a good while to realize that. Plus some words I wouldn’t use in a polite blog.
After that, hooking up the new wagon to our 15 year old Simplicity was a snap. No, really. One cotter pin, insert bolt through wagon tongue and tractor hitch and away we went to the 5 cubic yards of shredded mulch. A few pitchfork moves later I was back in the front yard delivering shredded bark to Kate who toiled away in the vineyards (literally) of our long untended front flower patches.
Much better than the wheel barrow method I’ve used all these years. I took the weeds back to the woods and put them in their very own pile. Nice.
After the nap I’ve spent time recovering wooden steps and slabs from eroded sand, sweeping, piling, that sort of thing. It’s hot, but not too bad outside.
All this in service of the upcoming Woolly Mammoth meeting. We have visitors out here twice a year and this year they came within two weeks of each other. Great planning on our (my) part. Well, I shouldn’t say in service of the meeting. This work really prompts us to do things we’ve neglected over this year and they’ll stay done for a while. One of the many positive functions of friends.
More meeting related work later on, too. Groceries. Start cooking. (helping Kate) Cleaning furniture. Those sorts.
