legs, baby

 I need a new pair of legs

    Mine are worn out.

    I started hauling Christmas up from the basement.

    Why the hell didn't we put in a dumb waiter?

    Not the kind that brings you alphabet soup when you asked for minestrone, but the kind you can put boxes in and hit a button and they magically rise to the next floor.

    Of course I still have to go up the stairs to unload them, but I wouldn't be carrying half ton containers up the stairs.

    Speaking of half ton containers.

    Last spring I put my strawberry plants into a tank, like a stock tank used on farms.  I was going to say a water trough, but I don't know if that is a word or not.

    Anyway, I put it on top of a furniture mover so I could just roll it into the. garage.  Easy peasy, right?

    I had to move it today because we may get somewhere in the area of 11 inches of snow tonight and through Saturday.  The plow guy pushes it all off the end of the driveway and the strawberries were in the way.

    Let me tell you.....moving that sucker was not easy!

    First off, the rollers have a mind of their own when it comes to directions.

    Second, I. think I put 300 pounds of dirt in the container.  

    Julia and Emily came by a little after I was done and asked why I didn't ask them for help.

    Because I am a stubborn old man who refuses to believe he can't do the things he used to be able to do.

    I don't know my limits, but come spring I will have someone help me take it out of the garage.

    I may be stubborn, but I am not stupid.

    Or am I?

    Just don't ask me to bring you minestrone soup.

Peace and Love