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Originally Posted by Evans, Marv
Milt,
Reading your post made me a bit sad. You sound like you are in the process of checking out on life. It's not like you are getting to where you're not able to do things, but just letting go. Maybe you are in a place not a lot of us are or understand right now, but after you "checked" out of here, you returned - which we are all very happy about.
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No, it is like I can't do things. The apartment house door was a solid core birch flush door. Easily 80-90 lbs. It just about took me back down the flight of stairs. That would have been ugly. Fortunately I was able to do all the work in the apt as it was vacant. So no carrying up and down. Except for 7 bags of tools.
I don't know why anyone would want to weld on one's back. I mean I did it on my cars because I could. And some of the work I have seen done by others makes me do my own work. I did this last one for money, that's all and that's it.
The transplant was because I HAD to move a favorite Japanese tangerine dwarf. You know this was a bad time of year to do that. I tried to keep as big of root ball as I could, so it ended up kicking my ass. I pulled the ball up out of the ground with a come-along and then couldn't move the thing on the plastic tarp.
That was until I wet the lawn and it skidded over to the new hole with me pulling it like a hitched up donkey. Each hole was 4 feet wide by 3' deep. Lot of work for an old man.