since the ground here in portland is crap, we fixed it….. with crap.
took delivery of 4 cubic yards of rotted steer manure (yummy), and 2-ish cubic yards of cedar wood chips on saturday.
41 trips from the street (where the crap was dumped), up the paved driveway, across 64 feet of very bumpy/rutted dirt driveway into the back yard, with a wheelbarrow. laid about 1 1/2″ of the manure on the entire back yard. while rebecca raked the manure evenly across the yard, i cursed the damned wheelbarrow because it’s 4″ too short for me to walk comfortably.
to mix the crap into the crappy yard, i had to rent a gas powered tiller. again. have i mentioned i don’t have a truck? tillers aren’t lite. at all. got the 5.5hp, 28″ wide honda tiller into the trunk of my car after pulling the tines off one side, by hefting it in. lift with my legs? yeah, right. can’t lift something like that with your legs. the only method is to dead lift the awkwardly shaped, handle-less, far heavier on one side hunk of equipment in one quick motion using your lower back. but… aren’t those the muscles so often and easily injured? yeah. those are the ones.
so after lifting the fucking heavy thing into the trunk, i loaded the lumber i purchased at the same time onto the roof… then went home where i unloaded it all, again hefting the heavy tiller out of the trunk. this was on Saturday night.
took myself a nice hot-ish bath, after loading/unloading… which was after a good 4-ish hours of shoveling and pushing of the wheelbarrow. as i slept, spasms would contract one side of my back (or the other, totally random), waking me up much like a calf cramp… ala “sleeping soundly, then BAM! MY LEG! A FUCKING RABID ALLIGATOR MUST HAVE CRAWLED INTO BED AND TAKEN A CHUNK OUT OF MY LEG! OH DEAR GOD THE PAIN!” but instead of the calf, it was my lower back, so not nearly as bad. or it was worse… one or the other. luckily a bone in my right foot is screwed up and falling apart, so that pain kinda took my mind of the searing back pain from time to time. it’s nice to have options, really. get tired of the back, can focus on the foot… and vice verse.
sunday morning comes (much too quickly), and i’m awakened by a bright eyed, energetic little girl that wants a book read to her. as i try to focus on the book (tough to do when your eyes aren’t open yet), i realize that today’s work will be much longer and much harder than yesterdays… and with body parts that are already done for. we dress and stroll (only somewhat painfully) down the street to the local stumptown coffee for a bit of caffeine and a bagel.
un-nourished but at least not starving, i begin hauling manure to the back yard again. this time with added soreness and a sometimes spasming back thrown in for fun! after a good couple hours, a neighbor showed pity upon me and brought over a much larger wheelbarrow… one that’s only 3″ too short to walk comfortably with. who the hell do they make these things for? at 5′ 11″, i’m not especially tall. anyway, this one had a much larger barrel… bucket… whatever the load part is called. sped things up a bit, despite being twice as heavy.
once the manure was evenly dispersed through the yard, the power equipment could be started up. unfortunately, this is the damned tiller… which does a good job of kicking your ass. the first few passes through the yard were great… pulls hard, stops pulling and digs so you gotta throw some weight on it, pulls hard again, grabs a root and lurches to the side. such fun when you’re feeling like you’ve been hit by a train already.
tilled and mixed in well, the ground being much less clay-like, we could compact it a bit. a 55 gallon drum was filled 1/4 with water, tipped on it’s side and rolled about. roll, rake. roll, rake. roll. rake. over and over, until the yard is flat and graded decently well.
yard done, i figured the rutted and horribly bumpy driveway could use tilled and evened out in preparation for gravel (ugh, gravel is heavy too). the tiller cuts great, then hits a rock and jumps all over the friggin’ place while my limp and sore body holds on. throwing it around was no longer being done with only mild effort… it just wasn’t being done. the tiller was now throwing me around. a few passes up and down the 64 feet of drive, cutting back off-camber embankments and ruts, and it was looking a little better. what’s great when your back is sore? shoveling! shoveled and raked until the drive looked half way level-ish, before deciding the day is done.
hose off the tiller, lift it back into the trunk (this time with assistance!), and off to dinner with the kids.
as i write this, my back is utterly destroyed feeling. it’ll be sore for a couple days. it seems entirely pathetic that i’m so sore and so falling apart. mid 30s, and some parts of my body feel 30 years older.
so as to not have a post with the majority being a complaint:
- coffee/bagel with the wee one was cool.
- dinner with the kids was cool.
- the weather was absolutely amazing! mid 80s on saturday, high 70s today, no rain!
- the yard is level and ready for the ground cover to be planted.
- the driveway is ~3/4 ready for gravel.
- only one tree left to plant.