Heavyweight

When we bought our little farmette, there was a gigantic metal wheel (like a wheel from a large tractor) hanging on the wall inside the barn. One day I went out there, and the wheel had fallen off of the wall. Had anyone been standing underneath when it happened, it would surely have killed the person standing there. This was a big, heavy object.

I thought about calling the former owner and telling him that he shouldn't hang half ton objects from narrow pieces of wood on barn walls, but he's such a nice guy. I didn't have the heart. He would have felt so bad about it.

It took my husband and me together to drag it to the middle of the room. There it sat. We kept gallon jugs of water inside of it. That was maybe a year and a half ago.

The big heavy wheel has been kind of annoying, just sitting there in the middle of the barn. I trip over it now and then, but what can I do? It's too heavy to move by myself, and I never think of it when my husband is around.

These past few months have been full of heavy work for me. I have two hours each morning before I go to my part time teaching job, and I tend to do a lot of farm work, housework, and just general heavy work during that time. I don't mind it at all. It's like a meditation for me. And the nice thing is that when you do something like build a fence, you can look and see, there's a fence where there didn't used to be one. It's a nice feeling. I also feel the work when I go to bed at night, in my back and shoulders and chest, in my arms and just about everywhere. I've never really done any weight lifting, but if I did, I imagine I would feel about the same way afterwards.

About three days ago, I was building a turkey shelter in the barn, and that giant metal wheel was in my way. I scooted it over next to the wall. Then I remembered that I'm not strong enough to do that.