Moving Furniture, Farming Style

The Farmer often chides me for not paying attention. In my defense, I *DO* pay attention...I'm just usually obsessing over a small detail and thus miss the big picture. I like the details. I thrive in details.

I see the trees, but not always the forest.

And when I'm working in my office - which faces the back of the house - the big picture I often miss is what is happening outside my window. Or even worse, what's outside the front-of-house windows. I mean...I'm working! And I'm supposed to pay attention to the trucks going by? Or the bulldozer in my front yard? Or the cows in the field?

OK, I notice the cows. But I don't count them.

The Farmer counts them.

So this week when I heard a noise (!) in the front driveway I went to investigate. And I found a lone Skidsteer sitting in my driveway.

Hello, Mr. Skidsteer! And what are you doing here today?

(And where was The Farmer?)

I didn't have to wait very long for both answers as The Farmer then backed his truck out of the garage with the china hutch we purchased the night before in the back. 

Oh. Duh.

Furniture moving involves farm equipment when you live with The Farmer.

Oh, and when we moved the top part of the hutch I had to stand on the pallet to hold it upright. The Farmer got great delight in my very small squeals and death grip on the front of the forklift, for fear of plummeting to my death.

The Farmer reminded me I was a mere 18 inches off the ground.

And then proceeded to raise the lift until I was eight feet off the ground.

This was not funny. 

(There are no photos because The Farmer was busy laughing...)

Thank goodness I - and the hutch - made it to safe ground.