Whack-A-Pole

Sometimes you just gotta get physical to deal with the anger and frustration you feel in life. After parting with a number of precious belongings yesterday for a fraction of what we paid for them, just so we can get things cleared out to make the bureaucrats happy, my sweetie and I needed some sledgehammer therapy.

It rained yesterday and the ground was nice and soft. It seemed a good time to see if we'd be able to get the 4x4 posts that supported the deck out of the ground. (We've got 2/3 of the deck removed but still have to deal with the part we use to get in and out of the house.) I was busy checking craigslist responses on the yarn this morning when I heard a loud WHAM outside. It was my sweetie hitting one of the posts with the sledgehammer. This continued for a while until he came in drenched in sweat.

I headed out to sweep out the shed that's being towed out of here tomorrow but got distracted by the prospect of releasing some tension myself. The softened ground made it relatively easy to loosen the posts so I kept at it even after beginning to tire. If we waited until the ground dries out, they'd be much more difficult to remove. After a while, my sweetie came back out and used the big iron drop bar to pry out the ones I'd loosened. It took us several hours altogether to remove the two dozen posts.

I'm gonna hurt like heck later and my physical therapist is probably going to be very unhappy with me, but I really needed to do this. Got a laugh out of my neighbor, too, when he walked by and I asked if the sound of a pissed-0ff homeowner was bothering him. He was impressed with my big hammer.

I like sledgehammers. Whacking on stuff is fun. Me big strong woman. Grunt, grunt.