Got two full loads packed, in the car, and up here. That was my morning. Sorry, the old guy is slow, and the stuff be heavy.
Ah, ye dang corroded shitwhistle. The snow is now deep enough to shovel. Had to stop and do the walk and the 14 outside stairs before I could carry more stuff in the house. Time to stop and get something for lunch, then a shower, and then back for a couple more loads before dark. I threw out an enormous 4 foot tall heavy plastic “contractor bag” full of junk. Ok, I didn’t really THROW it, I kinda dragged it downstairs and across the parking lot to the dumpster, where I schlumped it inside. Too heavy to throw. Or to lift!
Effin’ snow. What’s next, a damn flaming meteor? I can not effin’ catch a break with this shit.
Meh, not so great today. Managed 3 carloads and them my back gave it up. It’s not the packing, or the unpacking, or the sorting that wears me down. It’s not even the carrying. It’s the endless trips up and down stairs. 29 cycles today. The old knees just ain’t what they used to was no more.
At least the snow has stopped, now that I’ve shoveled the walkways twice. And tomorrow it will be bright and sunny and warm, tra la.
Well, now you know how Hercules felt when he was tasked with cleaning out the Aegean stables.
Love “shitwhistle.” It’s not often I hear a profanity that I haven’t heard before.
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