You see Hubby is a pack rat. Over the years he has brought home anything that he could find that might be useful sometime in the future. Now I must admit that it comes in handy at times but he has gotten a little out of hand. He would bring his treasures home and pile it around his old yellow truck that we fondly call "Ole Yeller" until you could almost not see the truck anymore. Ole Yeller was once a good running truck that was the workhorse of our small farm but for the last 16 years it has sat in the heap of shame. I have been nagging Hubby for 16 years to "just get rid" of that old truck. Being the pack rat he is he hung on to it tightly just in case someone came along and offered him good money for it, which they might of if they could have seen it buried under all that treasure.
But this weekend he decided that the ole girl was too far gone and he got tired of my nagging and called someone to come get her. But first we had to get all the junk around her hauled away. We spent all weekend making scrapyard runs and dump runs. It was like an archaeological dig. We uncovered layers and layers of things that at one time he deemed important enough to pack home. I'd say, "What did you bring these home for?" He'd say, "Hell if I know." We even found the neighbor's cat living in the old truck.
The chickens had a hen party eating all the bugs we uncovered. The goats were quite upset that we were ruining their peaceful weekend and hollered all day long. They loved Ole Yeller. She was good for standing on to get the high branches of alder leaves they love so much. And goats don't like change.
But I do. So we worked hard all weekend and it was the best day of my life when I saw this.
Just ask my son. Ask my best friend. I said that I'd throw a party when it was gone. So friends put on your party hat because Ole Yeller is down the road.