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Rockin’ and slowly rollin’.

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We took a short break for lunch after getting the first half of stone stacked at home and then headed back out for the rest.

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Me.

Dirty, hot, and sweaty but smiling ear to ear because I was surrounded by rocks.

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While the yard man was picking up the second half of our stones with the forklift, my husband met a Marine. And if that wasn’t bad enough… he was also a fellow Vietnam Veteran. Much talking ensued. Sooo much talking. By the time they were done gabbing and ready to spread the rocks in the truck bed, the husband decided he didn’t want to go to the extra trouble and told the kid to just set it down as is.

I disagreed. Vocally and quite loudly. Naturally, I was ignored. I lamented hurting his new (old as dirt) truck and kept saying it wasn’t worth the risk of straining the engine and suspension. For that? I got ‘the look’. You know the one, the “how dare you question my manly logic?” look.

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We drove the 25 odd miles home on the back roads at 30mph with a squatted rear end and an overheating engine. The truck strained big time and we realized this second load was much closer to 2,000 lbs than the 1,500 we thought. 5 miles from home the temperature gauge was pegging out. I begged him to stop, but no. I swear at that point he would rather have blown his engine than admit I was right.

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We made it home, barely. With a smoking hood and a radiator that was literally boiling. I could hear it… he couldn’t (because he’s half deaf in one ear, thank you USMC) ergo it wasn’t happening.

Men!

You really are a ridiculous species.

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As the truck temperature came down from surface of the sun hot, we got back to work…

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And made a lovely little pyramid of stone. We’re definitely going to need another pallet or two to complete my vision of the perfect garden border. He says no, but trust me this is nowhere near enough.

Can’t say that I’m looking forward to another trip like that though.

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46 thoughts on “Rockin’ and slowly rollin’.”

  3. Surrounded by rocks? The ones hanging around the truck? I see them too. Your husband spent a lifetime accomplishing tasks with little to no support, little to no logistics, and little to no guidance. Why would you on this green earth think that he would need any now?

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      3. Perhaps, but the drill sergeant told him if the MC wanted him to have a wife they’d issue him one as well… yet here I am.
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      6. The pursuit of reason can lead to much dithering and navel gazing, neither of which is very strongly connected to getting things done. As long as the rocks get home, I say let the big dog eat. This doesn’t apply, of course, to the great New Hampshire Barn Mahal recliner fiasco. I would still be hearing it from Cathy if it was me.

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      8. I’ve been a man since Thursday. It’s great, even with all the stereotypes. And please accept my apologies for the club chair mix-up. A lady with your style and taste would naturally be a recliner decliner (See how I did that?).

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      1. I think I prefer the smaller ones you carry with you and once passing, you can always be changed into a diamond. Those look heavy and hard to load. Not easy at all but I like the view.

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      3. Kind of like figuring out paperwork with 8 twists and one legal turn, whew. You need to be skilled to do this. I like the rocks you can clearly carry but I agree lifting weights doesn’t always prepare you for 60 lb. bags of mulch, etc.

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  8. I must say I do love the rock you choose, but the Marines decision to over heat his new/old truck not so much. He reminds me of my ex husband, no matter what the situation he’d rather prove a fool than admit I was right. Which was about 99% of the time….🙄

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  11. Rock on. Rock off. Rock on. Rock off. Hope you are counting the rocks, and counting how often each rock is manhandled. That way, when all is said and done, you can tell him how much you appreciate all his hard work. If that were me, the rocks would still be at the Rock Store.

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  14. Oh my gosh…men are so stubborn and hate it when we are right or even ALMOST right. The stones are gonna be a lovely border wall, but you are right, I think you’ll need more.

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