We had another relatively quiet weekend, filled with everyday things like laundry and our PlayStation 2. We had a slight -- almost microscopic, really -- windfall from the sale of Sandi's remaining rubber stamp collection, which gave us the opportunity to go out to eat on Saturday. This was a fortuitous circumstance, as Sandi has had a craving for Fatz Café salads for the better part of two weeks. One of my former students was our server, and she described me as an 'awesome' teacher. Wow, that sounded less arrogant in my head.
I have mentioned previously that we have put one of our cars up for sale. I have also promised myself that no tears will be shed, but that is beside the point. We posted the car at craigslist.com and have gotten a fair bit of interest from the site. Recalling a suggestion from our home inspector, we also posted our oil tank in the 'for free' section. What oil tank, you say? At some point in the past, whoever owned our house evidently had taken it upon himself/herself to heat half the block for several winters at a time. Our heat pump made the thing obsolete, but its ludicrous bulk left it as a hideous five-hundred-gallon fixture beside the house. A couple of guys in the area contacted us and agreed to haul it off our property so that they could use it for a furnace. While the initial contact was made last week, climatic conditions forced us to wait until today for the removal.
This evening, the guys came by with a Bobcat to make the pickup. None of us really expected the hijinks which ensued. For starters, the beast was buried close to a foot into the ground, which added something like six tons (more or less) to its mass. We also have a very narrow channel of real estate leading from the side of the house to the road. To make matters worse, the ground around the tank is still a bit damp from last week's precipitation, so the Bobcat could find no purchase as it tried to drag the tank upward. Moreover, we probably still had thirty or so gallons of oil inside the stupid thing, which makes me thankful for safety and lack of explosions over the past eighteen months. The whole operation took about an hour, but the monstrosity is no longer our problem. I have a newfound respect for what two good old boys and a Bobcat can accomplish. In other news, hooray for this guy for all the help in this transaction!
I have some other stuff to do before bed, so I bid you adieu here. Um . . . adieu. Seriously, this is it. Get off the lawn!
Monday, February 9, 2009
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