Ever since I had Scott and Alan Banks from Banks Construction LLC tear down the back part of the barn last month, which was falling in and beyond repair, I have been waiting for it to cool down enough to get a dumpster out here to load all of the debris into to be hauled away. It’s a big pile consisting of old sheet metal roofing, wood, and foam insulation.
With the lower temperatures we had last week and the weatherman saying it looked like summer had given its last gasp, it seemed like it was time to order that dumpster from Bin There Dump That in Tuscaloosa. I asked to have the dumpster delivered yesterday morning, and it will be here a week before they pick it up. But when it was dropped off, I was dismayed to see how small it really is.
I have only myself to blame, because I ordered the largest size they have available, a 20 cubic yard dumpster. Their website clearly states that it is 11′ long, 8′ wide, and 6′ high. But somehow I misread that and thought it was 20 feet long. One look at it and one look at the size of the pile of material I have to get rid of told me I’m going to need a bigger dumpster. Or a second delivery of another one. Or maybe just a big bonfire. I haven’t decided which yet.
However it doesn’t matter right now because apparently the weatherman lied to me. It was 91 degrees here yesterday, with a heat index of 98. What happened to those 80s we had last week? I tried to do a little bit of work outside during the afternoon, but all I managed to do was drag all of the old deer fencing and a big tangled pile of barbed wire into the dumpster. By then I was drenched with sweat and knew it was time to stop.
The good news is that the temperatures really are supposed to drop down into the low to mid 80s by the end of the week. With any luck at all that will happen and I can get the dumpster loaded, then decide what the next step is going to be.
Since I couldn’t get much of anything accomplished outside, instead I wrote another chapter in my new John Lee Quarrels book, Jackpot. Once Terry proofreads it, I’ll have several chapters to send off to Judy and Roberta for them to proofread.
In the meantime, Terry seems to be fluctuating between feeling a little bit better one day and feeling miserable the next. We thought the heavy-duty regimen of antibiotics they had her on was doing some good, and a couple of days she said she almost felt human again. Then the high fever came back along with the overall body aches and fatigue.
We still haven’t heard from the rheumatologist that our primary care doctor was referring her to, and she has another appointment with the primary care this afternoon. We’re going to let them know that something needs to happen, the poor woman can’t go on like this forever.
And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us.
Thought For The Day – When you have a hammer in your hand everything around you starts looking like a nail.