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I lost track of the husband the other day and found him outside, in the process of moving stone.

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This is the stone veneer he had the delivery driver drop at the far end of our property instead of closer to the front porch of the house as it should have been.

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I suggested loading it in the truck and driving it over to the garage in sections to save time (not to mention his back) but as usual, he wanted to do it the hard way and moved it piece by heavy *ss piece to the barn porch so it would be off his lawn.

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While he hauled stone?

I picked up the styrofoam, cardboard and straps it was packaged in.

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And there was a lot of that.

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55 sections of stone, roughly 20 pounds each. Back and forth across the lawn… for hours, in the afternoon sun.

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Did I mention my husband is 77 years old?

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I swear the man is a marvel.

He never quits.

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Now I just have to hope the barn porch doesn’t collapse from the weight before he can move it over to the house…

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