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.

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[michaleen.livejournal.com]

My father has gone to a round baler, which vary considerably in the size of bale they produce. The one he has makes bales of around 800 pounds. I don't know that they run much larger than that, but am quite certain I have seen bales lighter. If practices around here are any indication, the bales are most often skewered on a big spike, mounted on the tractor's hyrdraulic lift system, and moved around that way.

There is surprisingly little rot and waste, even when the round bales are left uncovered. The curved top sheds water nicely, despite the wet winters here in Virginia, but the bottoms do soke up moisture and thus the move to plastic covers.