Been a busy weekend. I came home a little early from work Friday and got busy. DH had left from work and went straight to his mom's house about 3.5 hours away so I was allll alone. That's ok - I'm a country girl and I can do most everything I need to if I want to do it badly enough. (famous last words, right?)
First thing on the agenda was to move my trailer. Now, this trailer hasn't been moved in a couple years and yep, the jack had sunk down in the dirt somewhat. Not only the jack sank, but the concrete paver had sank right along with it. It had sank so much that I couldn't get it jacked up enough to reach the ball and be able to hook it up to my SUV. So, I trudge back to the garage to get a bottle jack and head back out to the pasture. I have a piece of 2 x 6 and another concrete paver to set the jack on. I jacked and jacked and jacked and after reconfiguring the piece of board, and moving the paver and readjusting the jack time after time I finally got it high enough to hook it up. I start trying to crank the stand up and it is seriously not wanting to jack up so I get it up as high as I can and think it'll do....(again with the famous last words)
And to make things even better the thingy that is supposed to slip down over the ball won't go all the way down - ARGH! So, since I'm not going more than than about 20yards I decide to pull it only half-way hooked up. Oh, to add icing to the cake there is a huge fire ant mound all built up around the jack and I just THOUGHT I had it high enough to pull out. So, I very gently ease on the accelerator and things start moving, but not very well so I get out and go back there to see what's going on. I didn't have it all the way jacked up after all and I was plowing a furrow with the jack and unfortunately, it was reacting to the stress and just bending back at quite a nasty angle. So, I back up and bend it back the other way, lol.
I finally get it allllllmost where I wanted it which is right next to where the round bales are stored. Wellllll, there's a bit of a hay pile right there and I thought I could just drive right over it....and I could have if it wasn't wet under that pile of hay. I. AM. STUCK. I refuse to give in to my girly side so instead of crying I just started cussing! Nobody is around but me and the goats and they already know I'm a nut case, lol. I unhook the trailer, leave it sitting at a weird angle and am able to get myself unstuck. OH...and I forgot to mention that the trailer had a flat and I practically rolled the tire right off the wheel. I don't even care!
Next step is to start tearing down the old hoop house. You wouldn't think that would be such a big job - but it 'bout near killed me! It was two panels deep so I had to unwire all the places where we had wired it all together.... and there wasn't really a way to cut the wires...or I didn't have the right tool or something...so I very un-patiently untwisted them all. And, I could only do that after I took off the four layers - yes FOUR layers of tarps, lol. Every year we just added new tarps on top of the old ones... figuring it would add more waterproofing - and it did. It was a very tight, very waterproof shelter for them. And now it's gone.
That's actually why I was moving the trailer.... we had lots of rain coming in today and I wanted to put the trailer in a place where I could have it set up for their temporary shelter. The things I do for these critters!
THEN, after I had all the tarps off and all the wires un wound, I had to carefully pull up the posts holding it down to the ground and hope that the panels didn't pop up and break both my legs. Well, luckily for my legs there was 4 years of poop and straw and hay and poop built up in there so nothing popped loose at all. In fact, after much pulling, and swearing, and tugging and swearing, and finally getting a pry bar and a brick and swearing some more - I got it up. OMG! Then I had to drag everything out of the way so that my neighbor could come Saturday morning with his tractor and try to pretty everything up and get it level.
That was just Friday. Hot tub and a glass of wine and I slept like a rock!
Neighbor showed up about 11 Saturday morning. I had a smallish pile of dirt in the back yard left over from the septic install so he moved that first. Took about 8 trips with the tractor - it was more dirt than I thought it was. Also, there was the remnants of an old dump load of sand we had put out in the pasture many years ago so that was available for use too. Soooo, after I get the neighbor lined out I came inside to do some laundry. Few minutes later he's walking up to the house...kinda shuffling...head kinda down... oh boy. This can't be good. Only thing he said is "where's your septic line?" Oh nooooooo.... I tell him he must already know where it is or he wouldn't be asking me, huh? Yep.
Luckily, oh so luckily when I had the line installed out through the pasture I had the septic crew sleeve the line. WHEW.... He had scraped down far enough that he'd exposed the line, but luckily hadn't broken it. I'm so glad I paid extra to have that line sleeved for 'just in case' and it was sooo worth it.
Things went pretty well after that, thank goodness.
Later that afternoon I went to see my folks and took them out to dinner. It's an hour each way so by the time I got home I was done. Day over, Hot tub time. Glass of red...good nights sleep.
Today has been recuperation day. Did a little housecleaning cuz my grandbabies are coming Thursday - woohoo! I can't wait!
Hope ya got the grass cut 
