Heavy Lifting

[poliphilo]

There's only so much heavy lifting I can do in a day. I've never had much stamina. Once- in my twenties- I tried to keep pace with a couple of young dudes on a Kentucky farm who were heaving great enormous hay bales onto a wagon in the torpid heat of a summer's day and it all but killed me.  I struggled through to lunch, then slunk away shamefacedly and did something ladylike instead. 

This morning I finished clearing out the kitchen cupboards. Then we took a load to the storage unit and I filled the last of the floor space there. After lunch we went up to Sainsbury's and I deposited six bags of books and videos in the Oxfam bin and bought some strong carrier bags. I've discovered I prefer bags to boxes when in comes to packing books; they're so much easier to carry.

Since then I've been sitting around, doing a crossword, dozing- and getting up once in a while to potter.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I never got as far as the hay loft.

I'm not a country boy....

[michaleen.livejournal.com]

I am a country boy, sort of. Most every weekend of my childhood was spent on my grandparent's farms, about an hour away. I do not give it much thought, except when topics like this come up or, as happened recently, I was called upon to operate a tractor or repair a fence or hang a gate.