Hell of a Guy
Don't stay in bed, unless you can make money in bed. - George Burns

Monday, July 22, 2013

The Driveway…


Have I mentioned I live in an old farm house in the middle of what was a 120 acre dairy farm?  Our Hell of a Guy house is a half mile off the paved road along a meandering gravel driveway.  About a quarter mile of it is on a downgrade, and therein lays the issue.  We have made this our habitual abode for eight years and still very much love it, though the outside maintenance is beginning to take its toll on me.  It’s the driveway that bugs me the most.  As my dear departed mother might say, “It’s a pain in the ass.”

Over the past three years, call it global warming, climate change or whatever, the severity of the thunderstorms and the frequency of them has increased and caused the driveway to washout time after time.  It is beginning, scratch that “beginning” crap; it pisses me off.  I no longer have the financial wherewithal, as if I ever did, to have someone come in and repair the driveway every time we get a violent thunderstorm, and I do not own a tractor or a pickup truck that would make repairs easier to manage.  I do, however, have a source of material to fill in the ruts and the holes.

Just this morning I gathered up six buckets, put them in my explorer along with a shovel and a rake, and drove down the drive to a gulley where previous storms have deposited a lot of gravel and filled the buckets so I could fill in the ruts.  I did this three times, sweating like a pig the whole time; three loads of gravel maybe with a total weight of 300 pounds.  The buckets were emptied where needed and raked level.  Nicely done, if I must say so myself.  The driveway is smooth and passable once again and I have the aching back to prove it, but hold on, zoo breath, no so fast!

As I sit here writing this, please, make note: the skies have opened up and the dam has broken.  The wind-driven rain began about thirty minutes ago.  Water is cascading down the driveway carrying all my hard work south.  I am speechless, this is maddening. 

As I have said so many times, I am fully responsible for what happens to me in my life.  I accept the storm visited me because I created it.  I can live with that, but can my aching back.  All I can do laugh at my situation and make a plan to be ready tomorrow to do it again, and to do it with a smile on my face.

And that is all I have to say about that…