For Christmas this year my parents got my kid a swing set. Like one of them $1000 sets made of wood and plastic with swings and slides and a fort.
But uh...it doesn't come built. And no one builds it for you.
And did I mention that my backyard is an incline? Not too bad, but enough that you can't build a set on it.
Today my dad and my brother came over to help me attempt to level the ground. We had to level a 10X16 foot section. My dad, the engineer, came up with the plan. We had to remove the sod. He'd done some measuring and figured out how much dirt we'd have to dig up and move to get it level.
They don't operate on my schedule, so they showed up at 11am. That means only three hours of sleep for yours truly, and then I'm out there digging and rolling up sod.
Did I mention it was almost 70 degrees today? January 6th, and I'm sweating my balls off digging in dirt, moving sod, moving dirt. Once again I simply work and work and work. I don't know my limits; I forget I'm not eighteen.
And tonight I hurt. Something weird has been happening the past eight years. If I use my arms for anything strenuous they will start shaking later on and feel very stiff. I play tennis, it happens. I go bowling, it happens. I use a shovel, it happens.
It worries me. A little aside: My doctor is this no-nonsense guy who thinks everything can be cured by losing weight and doing exercise. I don't see him in his office often, but when I do he's always good for a "You're too heavy, you gotta exercise more."
The only time I have ever seen him concerned about something was when I mentioned my hand-shaking problem. He wanted to know more. Said to keep an eye on it and keep him informed.
Which is why I've never mentioned it to him again.
Anyway, we got finished. The set was supposed to have been shipped to me yesterday(it weighs like 600 pounds) but it didn't come. We hoped it would come today, but it was a no show.
But at least the area's ready for when it does.