manual labour

I've been craving the physical process of working on things that don't require too much though. This afternoon I scraped paint on the garage, getting ready to paint the other three sides of it to match the one yellow side I did last year. Margaret's parents came by and in classic Wile E Coyote fashion we drove spikes into the ground, balanced long 2x6 planks in precarious positions, and cranked away on a combine jack at a 45 degree angle until our garage was straightened up a bit and we could close the door.