One of the best ways to get over financial worries...
That is -- packages of shingles. Weight: 75 pounds each.
Drag the wheelbarrow over to the pallet. (Husband's decision to choose a no-deflate wheel on the wheelbarrow was a brilliant idea, considering the nails everywhere.)
Look at pallet, stacked high. (Remind self that there were originally three pallets -- and this is the only one left.) Straighten back. Sigh a little.
Hunker down again. Get a good purchase on the package...huhhnnnhh...and slide it into the wheelbarrow. Repeat with one more package. (Wipe away slobber as dog Goonie rewards Mom's New Game with a good-sized lick on the face.)
Wheel barrow over to ladder -- and stone wall. Get another grab on package #1, and...oof...lift it onto stone. Let go.
Repeat. Rub sore ankle after empty wheelbarrow tipped on it.
Back to the pallet.
I did this for 12 packages this afternoon. Hmmm. What's 12 x 75? I personally lifted 900 pounds?
And three of those are up on the roof, as well. Now to get the other nine there...
Daughter #1 and Husband are up on the roof, arguing with each other and (hopefully) nailing shingles down. I hear the rapid bang of the nail gun -- a promising sign.
Old shingles are picked up. (Although I'll be finding nails and bits of tarpaper in my flowerbeds for probably years to come.) The dumpster's gone.
And it's a lovely, warm fall day.
...and summer's over. I can't say I'll really miss this one. It's been full of packing and sorting, and dragging ourselves...
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