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March 25, 2005
Good Friday (Not)
Well it started off as Good Friday but ended up as post-hole-misery-day. We got an unexpected email from the CEO saying the office was closing at 3pm for the Easter weekend. Cool! Next Saturday I'm going to PA to pick up our deer fence posts, and we have a whole gang of people coming out to the vineyard to help unload and start installing posts. So my fear was that I didn't have enough holes augered and that we would have a bunch of people come out and distribute posts and end up finishing early because I didn't have enough work to do. In all reality there is plenty to do, but in my typical "self-induced-anxiety-attack" way I wanted to make sure that if people were kind enough to come out to the vineyard that we had plenty of hard labor for everyone to do. Hmm... that sounds kinda awful when you write it down but hopefully you know what I'm trying to say?
In the midst of our vineyard founding we are still trying to have a social life, and tomorrow we are heading up to Long Island for our matron of honor Lexi's surprise 30th birthday party. So I was worried that I wouldn't have enough time to drill holes this weekend because of the trip. How happy I was to get turned loose from work early so I can get out to the vineyard and really drill some holes!
Arriving at the vineyard around 3:45 I recall that 1) the tractor is low on fuel and 2) the bush hawg is on the back (not the auger.) Great - now I have to grab the gas can and run down to the gas station to get diesel. Tick tock... Now I have to remove the bush hawg and carry the auger out of the house (locked up for safety) and get it on the tractor. Tick tock... These two extremely enjoyable tasks took until 5, but that's kewl because now it's time to really dig some holes! Whoo hoo! Idiot.
You may recall the March 10 entry where I had to run out at night to fix the digger after Rebecca hit a rock and sheared off the drive bolt. (Word of the day = ROCK) So I get all pumped up and ride out to the vineyard and start to dig. First hole = rock. Jump off tractor and pound on rock with digging bar. Rock no move. Idiot. Move to next hole = rock. Jump off tractor and pound on rock with digging bar. Rock no move again. Idiot. Repeat 8 times, then pound on rock with forehead. That's right, I was 0-for-10 because the rear portion of our land is apparently the rock of Gibraltar's Virginia cousin covered by about 8 inches of topsoil.
So, utterly dejected, I resolve to dig at least one hole somewhere along this deer fence so I can go home feeling energized. So I head on over to another part of the vineyard to dig with my big hole digger.
Rock.
Idiot.
So now the digging teeth on the auger are worn away, and it occurs to my pre-hominid brain that it might have been a good idea to get a few extra sets of teeth when I bought the auger. Did I somehow think I was going to auger 140 holes on the same teeth??? We have to depart for Long Island at 11am tomorrow, so I have to get to Tractor Supply early enough to buy some parts and get back to the vineyard and repair the auger and find somewhere on the planet where I can dig a hole.
Time to go home and whine to wife...
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Stephen
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March 25, 2005 8:35 PM
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