Let me explain… and no Alison, I am not making “Baby Brother Stew!” (I’ll tell that story, but only if I get enough requests from you dear readers.)
We have been doing a lot around the Farmlet and that included tearing down the old shack and lean-tos. All the tearing down and rebuilding has left us with a chicken yard full holes… one of which is big enough for the geese to swim in. This might have been a good thing if it were big enough. Well it just isn’t, and it is right in front of the roll up door of the garage/barn. Now way back when, the builder of that shack had set the supports for the lean-to onto very large cement blocks that he’d buried in the clay. Fast forward: when it all was torn down somehow one block remained, and it was next to the aforementioned mud hole. So naturally, before I could bury the mud hole I had to dig out the cement cinderblock.
Yeah right! No mere shovel was going to penetrate that clay, wet or no! So I grabbed my handy garden fork to do the job. Working with force I managed to nibble out bits of the red mass and eventually free the block. But how to get it out? HEAVY, packed with mud, I imagined it weighed about 4o pounds. It is a very LARGE cinder block. I didn’t know they made them that big actually. But I digress…Coming at it from all sides I try to work it up out of the hole using the garden fork and it slipped, thus I stab myself in the shin with a blunt end of a fork tine. OUCH! “Well actually what was said was more along the lines of “@#$%#&@##$$%@!!!”
Into the house I limp looking for an ice pack and of course there is no ice. I’m digging in the freezer when I spot it, that old forgotten bag of cut okra. I investigate its contents and sure enough it is compost fodder! So I wrapped it in a dishtowel and used it.
Lesson for the day: Never throw away those old half used bags of ice encrusted veggies. They are actually quite handy on a bruise.
Yeah, I know… “;<>