It drives him to get up early to get somewhere far away, to get there BEFORE a couple of Japanese Red Maples are pushed down. It causes him to dig them up, load them onto his truck and bring them home to his wife. Then he dashes off to the next job because he has a lot to do and really did not have time to go pick up some silly trees just because his wife LOVES Japanese Red Maples.
Knowing that Sid would not be home until almost dark and would therefore be digging holes for the trees in the dark, the kids and I got outside with shovels. (The trackhoes are on jobsites, so this had to be dug by hand.)
The girls loved it.
Lincoln used a technique for hard ground I had seen Sid use, which is to jump on the shovel, pounding it with his body weight. I thought about trying that, but I suspect I’m not coordinated enough and would likely chip a tooth on the shovel handle or something equally graceless and disasterous. Plus I have loose body parts and stiff body parts and it seemed to me that jumping like that would make all those parts hurt all over. O me.
Ah, me and my girl. And she has sense enough to borrow Lincoln’s workgloves. Hey, why don’t I have work gloves?
Yeah, I’m digging a hole in a skirt. No, I ain’t afraid to put on a pair of pants, just too lazy to go change clothes.
We got the holes done within seconds of Sid arriving home. Thank goodness he had the bobcat home to lift the trees into the holes. They were way to heavy, even for Sid. Which makes me wonder . . . . . . .how do other people live without a bobcat?
I hope the trees live, but even if they don’t, I have the memory of what my man did for me.