Re: Yardwork with the son, part I
- From: "FrisbeeŽ" <discgolfdad@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 15:23:49 -0500
James Schrumpf wrote:
We did the live Christmas tree thing this year, meaning that I had to
dig a hole in the front yard in late December. I put the wheelbarrow
over it upside-down, with a cinderblock on it, to cover it up.
Today my 21-year-old Penn Stater was helping me plant the tree. We
had loaded it onto the hand truck and I was backing it down the yard
with my son holding the tree on the truck so that it wouldn't roll
off.
I am walking backwards pulling the truck.
He is walking forwards, looking over my shoulder.
Keep this in mind.
I ask him "Are we headed towards the hole?", and he says we are.
We're talking as we walk the tree down the yard, and I'm just about
to ask if we're close yet as I step backwards into the hole, my foot
going between the side of the hold and the edge of the wheelbarrow.
I feel the flesh peeling off my anklebone as it grinds past.
The subsequent conversation goes something like:
"Why didn't you tell me I was about to step into the hole?!"
"I couldn't see it!"
"How could you not see it? You were looking right at it!"
"I couldn't see it through the tree and you! Why didn't you see it?"
"How could I see behind me?"
And so on for a couple of minutes.
Finally we both start laughing, and I wonder if the neighbors across
the street shooting hoops saw our Two Stooges routine.
File this under "The blind leading the blind."
I am an expret in this area.
.
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