"Hon...we need to go to Home Depot and rent an auger to
dig that five foot hole tonight for the temporary power box.", says Mr Mossi
"Okay!", says me.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
That thing was a monster!
A beast!!
A force to be reckoned with!!!
And I pray that I never have to be the other 'man' on a two man auger again.
Ever.
We started at about 8:30 Monday evening.
He thought it would take us no more than half an hour.
He thought wrong.
but I must say I've always appreciated his optimistic outlook
The first foot or so went alright.
And by 'alright' I mean I wasn't yet having thoughts of living the rest
of my life as a cripple because of a gas-powered hole digger.
After the first foot or so
I suggested to Mr that perhaps we'd come upon an
ancient Indian concrete slab because that auger wasn't budging any farther.
I even considered for a moment calling my new friend, Wendy Johnson, to come take a look.
She's a for-real archaeologist and actually digs up for-real Indian artifacts for a living.
Yeah, she's cool like that.
Anyway...
I happen to be married to the most determined man on the planet.
This usually works to my advantage.
This time it nearly did me in -
along with this newly discovered, barbaric nemesis of mine.
Let's make this short story short, shall we?
Standing opposite from Mr D for Determination, I rode and tried my hardest
to control my side of that monstrosity as if I was in the rodeo ring riding a crazed bull.
I put all my weight into it (and I've got plenty) and still my efforts to control seemed nearly futile.
I probably would have laughed out loud when the thought passed through my jostling brain
that my I must have looked positively absurd what with all the
jiggling that was taking place over the surfaces of my well-padded physique.
But laughing would have required effort that I had no resources for.
Yeah.
That's not a pretty mental picture, I know.
Sorry.
We turned the motor off for a short break and out of desperation I called Tannon
to come take my place opposite Mr Mossi.
No answer!
We'd made it to almost 20 inches down, but I was no longer willing to help
drill though the ancient Indian concrete slab.
It was almost dark.
We quit.
Before heading into thehouse trailer to clean up, I suggested
that we fill what progress we'd made with water.
So we did.
We rounded up our two available buckets and filled 'em several times.
It took about twenty five gallons.
We got up early the next morning to finish the dirty deed.
We plopped that giant corkscrew into the muddy hole, Mr gave it a little throttle, I yanked
the cord to get it started and whu-duh-ya-know...
down, down, down it went like buttah -
comparatively speaking, anyway.
And now we have a hole that is the depth required by the power company to plant the temporary power pole that is the power company's required height so I can continue to use my hair dryer and curling iron.
However...
every muscle from my navel on up is so pained that I can hardly move,
let alone raise, my arms.
I may just have to wear a hat for a while...
except I'd have to reach up for that too, wouldn't I?
In fact, just rolling over in bed nearly brings me to tears from the pain of screaming trapeziuses, pectoralis majors, deltoids, serratus anteriors, latissimus dorcis...
all of which I'd previously believed I was born without.
Ya learn somethin' new about yourself ever'day, I reckon.
Pass me the Ibuprofen, please.
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*I took these photos before we added the extension.
With the extension attached the auger was taller than me!!
dig that five foot hole tonight for the temporary power box.", says Mr Mossi
"Okay!", says me.
I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
That thing was a monster!
A beast!!
A force to be reckoned with!!!
And I pray that I never have to be the other 'man' on a two man auger again.
Ever.
We started at about 8:30 Monday evening.
He thought it would take us no more than half an hour.
He thought wrong.
but I must say I've always appreciated his optimistic outlook
The first foot or so went alright.
And by 'alright' I mean I wasn't yet having thoughts of living the rest
of my life as a cripple because of a gas-powered hole digger.
After the first foot or so
I suggested to Mr that perhaps we'd come upon an
ancient Indian concrete slab because that auger wasn't budging any farther.
I even considered for a moment calling my new friend, Wendy Johnson, to come take a look.
She's a for-real archaeologist and actually digs up for-real Indian artifacts for a living.
Yeah, she's cool like that.
Anyway...
I happen to be married to the most determined man on the planet.
This usually works to my advantage.
This time it nearly did me in -
along with this newly discovered, barbaric nemesis of mine.
Let's make this short story short, shall we?
Standing opposite from Mr D for Determination, I rode and tried my hardest
to control my side of that monstrosity as if I was in the rodeo ring riding a crazed bull.
I put all my weight into it (and I've got plenty) and still my efforts to control seemed nearly futile.
I probably would have laughed out loud when the thought passed through my jostling brain
that my I must have looked positively absurd what with all the
jiggling that was taking place over the surfaces of my well-padded physique.
But laughing would have required effort that I had no resources for.
Yeah.
That's not a pretty mental picture, I know.
Sorry.
We turned the motor off for a short break and out of desperation I called Tannon
to come take my place opposite Mr Mossi.
No answer!
We'd made it to almost 20 inches down, but I was no longer willing to help
drill though the ancient Indian concrete slab.
It was almost dark.
We quit.
Before heading into the
that we fill what progress we'd made with water.
So we did.
We rounded up our two available buckets and filled 'em several times.
It took about twenty five gallons.
We got up early the next morning to finish the dirty deed.
We plopped that giant corkscrew into the muddy hole, Mr gave it a little throttle, I yanked
the cord to get it started and whu-duh-ya-know...
down, down, down it went like buttah -
comparatively speaking, anyway.
And now we have a hole that is the depth required by the power company to plant the temporary power pole that is the power company's required height so I can continue to use my hair dryer and curling iron.
However...
every muscle from my navel on up is so pained that I can hardly move,
let alone raise, my arms.
I may just have to wear a hat for a while...
except I'd have to reach up for that too, wouldn't I?
In fact, just rolling over in bed nearly brings me to tears from the pain of screaming trapeziuses, pectoralis majors, deltoids, serratus anteriors, latissimus dorcis...
all of which I'd previously believed I was born without.
Ya learn somethin' new about yourself ever'day, I reckon.
Pass me the Ibuprofen, please.
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With the extension attached the auger was taller than me!!
