a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Well...

I've been lazy too long!  Hubby, who, by the way, has not been released from the doctor, got my weed eater started...with a full tank of gas. He is not supposed to be lifting more than five pounds, well, I think a gas jug, a weed eater and a splitting maul all weigh more than five pounds.  Far be it from me to offer advice to Mr Bull-Headed-I'm-Gonna-Do-It man!

The bush hog, which he was beating on when he had his heart attack, has not been repaired.  SOOOOO, Mr Fix-It drained the diesel from the old Deutz to remove the water from the tank(all more than five pounds, I'm sure) and hooked up the sickle and used that to bush hog the tall grass in the valley.  He came in and said, I messed up, I hit a root.  No kidding!  This is a hay mower, not a bush hog!!!

Anyway, back to my weed eating.  As you know, we have received vast amounts of rain and rain makes things grow.  My little distractions, such as hubby's emergency appendectomy and heart attack three weeks after, have gotten me behind on a few things. 

Full tank of gas, running weed eater and I am cutting that tall stuff.  A few flowers and berry plants jumped out in front of me but no problem we have plenty.  I am eliminating possible snake hidey holes.  The lawn has been mowed...by hubby, Doc said he could drive!  The weed eating has been sorely deglected.

I hit a styrofoam cooler...you can imagine what that looks like now.  I hit all kinds of things that have been hidden but the nice thing is that string just keeps feeding out.  I even found a spool of fishing line, not even going there...Hubby did not know how that got there, dogs musta done it!  Yep, got right into the tackle box and left the fishing line out for my weed eater to wind off the spool.

WE have a huge place to weed eat, around the house, the smoke house, the old house, the fence, the water garden, the shop...and this is just close to the house, it goes further.  There's around the mail box, the swing set, and Marcy's yard.

I kept switching arms, my muscles are twitching, I am as parched as a desert but I keep going.  I am as bullheaded as hubby.  Didn't get half of it done!!!  Ran out of gas and gas lasts a long time in the weedeater.

I thought, okay, enough for today(yesterday) and then discovered my arms were numb, my hand shook when I tried to drink something and I swear my entire body was vibrating.

Today, I have to finish!!!  Any volunteers?

13 comments:

StitchinByTheLake said...

No volunteering from here - I hate weed eating! blessings, marlene

Ruth @ Hope, Joy and Faith Farm said...

The riding mower wouldn't start the first of the season, so $150 later (Hubby doesn't know how to repair things) we cut our huge lawn and outlying areas. Next time we went to start it, nothing... He pulled out the weedeater, it was dead too. We borrowed the neighbors mower finally because the grass was getting way to tall and when it dries out, we'd have major fire danger. My hubby did all the stuff that he wasn't supposed to do after his back surgery. I told him don't whine if it causes problems...

ellen abbott said...

have my own neglected weed eating to do...maybe tomorrow!

LindaG said...

I have cats, so I do have an idea what the styrofoam looks like. ;)

Hubby is the same way, and I am too, to a point. I get headaches if I do too much though, because I don't sweat. I glisten.
I can feel the pressure in my head when I've been in the sun for too long, so I try to be sure to drink water, though usually I don't remember until it's too late.

Good luck and be careful!

Nancy said...

My, how familiar this sounds, Gail. My hubby is out of town during the week, so what he doesn't get done on the weekends... you know the rest.

Don't overdo, young lady. Don't need two of you in poor health. :)

carolina nana said...

Yeah, I know that feeling, I call it the weed eater cha cha !!
Blessings to you
Marilyn

An English Shepherd said...

Weeds :-(

Far Side of Fifty said...

If it we up to me I would just use round up on the tall weeds...but my husband is patient and walks all over the yard. Hang in there Gail..there are some jobs that are just a struggle to do alone:(

Pat said...

Why don't you buy some goats? :)

Grammy said...

Wow, you did allot. I learned the hard way if hubby sits down and stops doing things. You will not get him going again. You have to let him learn the hard way what he can and can not do. Or her will take the comments to heart and stop trying. When he finds things getting harder to do. I am sorry to here of all he has been through. And know how hard it was for you. Sending a big hug.

Sue said...

I don't know how you do it all, Gail. And that's the truth.

=)

Buttons said...

Oh Gail this is tough work. I can feel your aching(numb arms. I hope your husband is on the mend. You should not do so much either, I know this is hard.
Good news oh I mean bad news, I broke our lawnmower on Sat. seems you cannot drive over a big rock and the belt not snap in half. The belt costs almost $200. good thing we sold that scrap. What a vicious circle we are on.
Take care my friend. B

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

Whew! I'm exhausted! Who knew one could ever run out of a gas in a weed eater. Impressive!
Maybe you should move here where there are no weeds to eat...or grass for that matter.

Hard to grow and green up without any rain. And we have none. bah!

But on the positive side...I don't have to strain myself mowing in the hot sun, lol!

~Lisa

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