Yuck. I hate Visalia. A lot. But here I am, waking with the sun, in Visalia. I hate Visalia, if I failed to mention that.
Sunday morning is the same as any other. Coffee, etc. we cooked up some jalapeño bacon and eggs. And had rhubarb cake after. At least Dad and I did. We are a little more hardcore than the rest of the family.
We have one important task left this morning before we leave. We have a granite tortoise to load in the back of the Honda. Only weighs 300lbs.
Fortunately we have help from the next door neighbor and it was already on a furniture dolly so not so tough. And, the ramp dad uses on the front porch is movable.
Ramp to back of car, roll the tortoise on the ramp, lift ramp and in. It was that easy. I tied it down in back. I have already worked out the unload which is harder when it’s me, Emily and Marika.
We got all our other crap loaded and left. Love Visalia, in the rear view.
Trip is four hours. I hate the drive up Hwy 99. Nothing happens and it’s a really boring drive.
Home, thank the lord. Visalia makes you love going home. Love home. I really hate Visalia.
So I have a 300 pound chunk of granite on wheels in the back of the Civic. There is a 5 inch lip on the car to get over. Then I have two very thick boards to roll it down. Carefully. How? I put a 2×4 in back. So we only have to lift and push the wheels a bit and it’s up. A 2nd board, up more. A 3rd and the wheels are level with the lip. We roll it till the back wheels hit. Then very slowly push the load and gravity gives it the boost and it rolls out. Easy peasy. No lift. And it’s on the driveway. We will roll it where we want it and done.
The balance of the day? I cleaned three cars. Emily did laundry and whatever. She made spaghetti. Unpacked. Ate dinner. Drank French wine. Watched what? Bad TV. And off to bed. A lovely day.