For some reason, we were all fond of this huge rock on the propert. It had sat out by the roadside tree, as a marker that we envisioned would someday have etched a cross or the ten commandments or something significant. We wanted to take the rock. The 500 pound rock. Or maybe only 475 pounds...opinions differ. Regardless, with great might and groaning, the rock was loaded into Tommy's truck. It wouldn't slide well, so it wouldn't budge far enough to close the gate of the pickup. It think you know what happens next. The truck turned out onto the road, and the rock promptly bounced right out and landed in the middle of the road! More might and groaning...and when when the rock fell and landed on Tommy's leg, it was as if angels were instantly there and boom-just like that, the rock was in the truck. With the gate closed. It now sits by the roadside tree at the new property, and when a stone carver and an agreed-upon idea come together in the same place, well, it might be great. Not worth it at all if Tommy hadn't made a fabulous recovery. But I'm sure it was a bonding experience for the men of the church, right?
The rest of the stuff was packed up and hauled out, and then taken to the fantastic new shed on the new property, which is now stuffed to its gills, as is the bus. And we got rid of A LOT of stuff.
Everyone pitched in, and soon it was just our voices bouncing around with little else to do. It was nearly 3 p.m. by the time we were done, and somehow, after a full days work packed into an afternoon with no lunch, we all ended up at the lodge! And we were all feeling about like this...
In some ways, we're now a bit like the Israelites, wandering in the wilderness...
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