That's kind of like what's happening at my house these days. No, we don't have a resident moose and we aren't baking muffins. Instead, we are beginning to deal with my dear, little mother's home and the many things she treasured through the years. Easy, you say? Not so! It's like the moose in the book. We have chosen some things that will move to our home. We need a utility trailer to move a few big things. That's not a problem because my sweetheart owns a little utility trailer for such things. So, what's the problem? A few months ago we had some big trees removed from my mother's yard. In the process there was wood for our fireplace - more wood than our little wood shed could hold. Over the past few months the wood has stayed in the utility trailer that was parked in the back corner of our yard. So, here's the problem:
My sweetheart decided to enlarge our little woodshed so he can store the wood where it will be dry. In the process he discovered that the fence behind the little woodshed has leaned and slumped and is affecting the roof of the woodshed. He can't just add to the little woodshed without dealing with the fence situation. So, he is outside fixing the fence. He's replacing two tired and worn fenceposts, resetting the sagging gate and stabilizing things. Then he can build the addition on the side of the shed and unload the wood from the little trailer and then we can start to move things from my mother's house. Whew, that makes me tired just thinking about it.
Good thing we don't have a moose! Or, do we?