on Thursday, September 9, 2010 at 10:45pm
So I have to preface the story with and explanation. Our house is on a hill. Well our street is on hill that our cul de sac slopes down to, from which our drive slopes down to from which the ramp from the back of house slopes down to. Basically if you drop something about the middle of our back patio it could very likely roll all the way down the ramp, down the driveway, along the cul de sac, down the street around a curve and down another street straight to the Willamette River without stopping to take a breath. Well if it could take a breath.
Dan had bought a four wheel cage like wagon that can hold up to 2000 pounds. He thought it would be a great idea for loading up at the garage and move stuff to the kitchen up the ramp and on the opposite side of the house from the garage. I had been using the wheel barrow but the wheel barrow doesnt hold as much as the wagon so one raining day after going to Costco I load up the wagon and proceed to take it up the ramp. Well the ramp has this sharp curve in it to go up behind the house. The wagon decided to take this on two wheels and it takes all my strength to keep it from dumping everything in the mud. um did I mention there is no wall up the back of the ramp so when it rains the hill sort of slides down onto the ramp. So I make it around the curve and try to avoid the mud clots in the path. One of the wheels hits a mud clot and smooshes it making the wheels spin slightlly giving me just enough time to brace myself or at least think I am bracing myself as my feet slowly slide out from underneath me and under the wagon. I cannot let go of the wagon handle for fear of the groceries ending up going down the drive as I had said before of even going into the woods off the driveway being that their are eggs and other breakables. I try to get my feet back under me but they keep slipping. I look around there is no one. Not even my neighbor who is always out with her cats or working her garden. No one is there. I am really starting to feel foolish and a bit worried and then as all normal people do in such situations (okay maybe not) I bust out laughing. I throw out my hand in the air (hand not hands I need to keep one holding the handle of the wagon) and yell out okay God your turn!
Since I am writing this you can safely assume God did help me out. I wound up taking off my shoes and socks and pushing with my bare feet until i removed enough mud from the ramp to get some traction got up muddy socks, shoes and pants and made it to the kitchen door. and yes i was still laughing. for many reasons not the least being that God always helps me out no matter what.
Dan had bought a four wheel cage like wagon that can hold up to 2000 pounds. He thought it would be a great idea for loading up at the garage and move stuff to the kitchen up the ramp and on the opposite side of the house from the garage. I had been using the wheel barrow but the wheel barrow doesnt hold as much as the wagon so one raining day after going to Costco I load up the wagon and proceed to take it up the ramp. Well the ramp has this sharp curve in it to go up behind the house. The wagon decided to take this on two wheels and it takes all my strength to keep it from dumping everything in the mud. um did I mention there is no wall up the back of the ramp so when it rains the hill sort of slides down onto the ramp. So I make it around the curve and try to avoid the mud clots in the path. One of the wheels hits a mud clot and smooshes it making the wheels spin slightlly giving me just enough time to brace myself or at least think I am bracing myself as my feet slowly slide out from underneath me and under the wagon. I cannot let go of the wagon handle for fear of the groceries ending up going down the drive as I had said before of even going into the woods off the driveway being that their are eggs and other breakables. I try to get my feet back under me but they keep slipping. I look around there is no one. Not even my neighbor who is always out with her cats or working her garden. No one is there. I am really starting to feel foolish and a bit worried and then as all normal people do in such situations (okay maybe not) I bust out laughing. I throw out my hand in the air (hand not hands I need to keep one holding the handle of the wagon) and yell out okay God your turn!
Since I am writing this you can safely assume God did help me out. I wound up taking off my shoes and socks and pushing with my bare feet until i removed enough mud from the ramp to get some traction got up muddy socks, shoes and pants and made it to the kitchen door. and yes i was still laughing. for many reasons not the least being that God always helps me out no matter what.
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