Rubble, a ramp, a tree, and furniture

Doug Junior stopped by yesterday, as of late he has been stopping by regularly, once to help clean up and move junk so the floor guys could come in and put down new flooring, the next time was to help toss furniture into the front yard, and yesterday he was here to cut up a handicap ramp and help load it and a pile of debris into a 30 yard dumpster. In the process he also trimmed a rather annoying tree. It would have been a real bitch without him.

It's funny how much it hurts to due labor when you have had a sit on your ass job for 32 years. By the time we were done yesterday, everything hurt. I took Jenny out for a ride last night and had trouble with something as easy as squeezing the clutch, not to mention the delay between thinking about putting your foot down off the pegs and actually putting your foot down off the pegs.

One final note... I wish broken concrete and cinder blocks had a scrap value. Yesterday we stacked the dumpster, starting at the front and working our way back, making sure nothing sticks up out of the top. Sometime between the time I went out on Jenny last night and the time I came home from breakfast this morning the dumpster had been raided. The tailgate was open and the pile pulled down and lifted up over the top. I am assuming they were savaging metal because the only things I can see gone are the bed rails we tossed. So I re-stacked it, now if concrete had a scrap value, I wouldn't have to deal with the pile of it still waiting to be put in the dumpster.