Yes, I’m still in Oregon. I know you want me to go home, but my work here is not done. I am still needed.
However, I can honestly say that I have never been friends with heavy machinery. It’s not my thing. It’s for other people, who are very unlike me.
Even though yellow is one of my favorite colors, me and the bulldozers have always had an agreement; TO STAY AWAY FROM EACH OTHER!
So when I was told I needed to instruct a man and a bulldozer where to doze…well I laughed. Ummm, didn’t they know about the agreement?
I mean I didn’t even know until several days ago where the homesite on our property was moved to and now I was going to tell someone where to knock down trees so a drill rig can be set up to dig a well…
Oh sure, okay, I’ll do it. I’m a take charge person.
Here’s the dozer. It looks harmless…it’s a baby one.
Here’s the man and the dozer…waiting with baited breath for my explicit, unwavering instructions.
“Yeah, right over there…no, to the left…more…more…a little to the right. No! I mean yes! Yes! No! There..yes!”
Oops. Maybe it was more to the left than the right. Now the man had to get the chainsaw to get the tree out of the trees.
He wasn’t very happy.
Sorry. I guess I’m not cut out for the country.
On a happier note, this will be the view from the front of the house. Send the garbage truck quick!
The hooligans could have cared less about the mess I caused with the dozer or the view from my kitchen window. They were off to see the wizard.
In fact, no one seems to be stressed out about how much land prep is going to be required here before a vineyard can be planted.
No one but me! This family-business is turning into a one-woman show…whatever! That’s alright, I’m determined. I really am.