Dear Hubby is often frustrated that he can longer do the things he did years ago.  Sometimes I share that frustration when I need something done around here. 

     I’ve found that if I can’t find help, I have to adapt, improvise, and overcome.  Today I overcame the broken table out in the yard.

     Less than two summers ago, we bought a Martha Stewart table for the outdoors.  What a huge mistake!  Here we were thinking how great it was that we bought this lovely, large wood outdoor table on sale.  Well, kiss my arse Martha…it has fallen apart in less than two seasons.  (I’m so glad we bought it on sale for a super cheap price, it certainly wasn’t worth the regular price.)  Today, since I couldn’t find anyone to help, I took it apart.  It took me a bit of time, some struggle, the right tools, and brute strength, but I managed.  Then I had to carry the darned unwieldy thing out of the yard.  It is sitting against the side of the house with its removed legs and will go out for garbage tomorrow night.

     DH was very surprised and quite pleased to have the table gone because he can now run the riding mower over the spot where it stood.  I’m pleased to have it gone because I don’t have to run the weed eater underneath it any more.