I never know when to believe Dear Husband.
\nThis spring I ordered several cubic yards of mulch. It was delivered when I wasn’t at home, and the truck apparently couldn’t maneuver into position to drop the load where the previous pile had been. Instead, it now occupies about half of one of the arms of the driveway that DH uses to make a three-point turn. During the summer this isn’t so critical, but I suspect that it will cause some problems in the winter when things are slick.
\nI can see the pile when I’m at the kitchen sink, so I frequently think about it. I was thinking that DH and I could start working on moving the pile when he gets home from work. I can spread some of the mulch, but the rest will have to be shifted about six or eight feet.
\nI mentioned my thoughts to DH, and he sat, thinking, for a bit. Then he said that it was a better plan to wait for the pile to freeze solid and push it to the new position with the tractor. I hadn’t thought of it. It sounded a lot better than the exercise I was planning.
\nUnfortunately, Dear Husband let me absorb the idea before telling me that he was just kidding. I guess it’s pitch forks at 4:00 p.m. for us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I never know when to believe Dear Husband. This spring I ordered several cubic yards of mulch. It was delivered when I wasn’t at home, and the truck apparently couldn’t maneuver into position to drop the load where the previous … Continue reading