Everyday I’m Playing With Sleds

at my age?

Actually it isn't play...It's been a necessity this winter. I'm so glad I didn't throw my daughter's sleds out... Here we go.

1. We can't reach the barns with hay so we dump the big bales in the yard, slice them up and plop them onto a sled and pull them(thankfully) downhill.

2. There's no way to get a wheelbarrow through this snow. and with 3 heart attacks and triple bypass this winter I sure can't shovel heavy snow or run a snow blower. It's sled time again! I scoop the light frozen manure into a bushel basket on a cart and wheel it to the door and slide it onto the sled and then pull it out into the field. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would be pulling sleds full of manure through the yard in my middle age! Old age, possibly, but never in middle age!!

3. Alas, I have joined many of you in the frozen water works club. Fortunately it's the barns and not the house. My wife accused me of being old and nutty when she saw that I had stockpiled a bunch of kitty litter containers in the barn about 10 years ago. I told her, wait, maybe someday we'll need it for water. The day has arrived. Bypass Boy here can't haul heavy pails of water out of our baement, but the kitty litter containers are just right. I'm hauling them up the stairs and placing them on, that's right.... a sled and pulling them down to the barn.

I guess it sometimes pays to never throw anything away???