SO someone finally wants the horsey story. I am a great story teller and get all these neighborhood kids begging me for another and another...
My husband wanted this house, I did not. But, I obliged him because he was a great man. He had this great laugh and a fantastic sense of humor, which is what attracted me to him in the first place. I could had cared less if he weighed a zillion pounds, was an alien and green, had no job or no money; he was funny and that is what counted. That is what always counts to me, I love to laugh.
Now, this particular day I was out back surveying where to put my garden. Timothy already had his 40 rototilled, his drawing made where he was going to plant his corn ( for the spring) his tomato's; he made his bean sticks, nice and tall, and... here I was stuck inside doing all the womanly chores, like cleaning.
I felt cheated. So, there I was eye-balling his, and thought I would plant mine next to his, somewhat. I didn't want to scrunch him, so I gave him some space and room. I had my mighty hoe and was starting to clean off the ground, and then with my shovel I started to dig. Lo and behold' there was white stuff buried in the ground. At first I thought... why on earth would someone bury drywall? I was digging and digging...
outcomes my better half, who announces, " YIKES."
I echoed, " YIKES?" as I stood there with the white stuff on my shovel.
" Sweetheart, put that shovel down, and go in the house and make me a cup of coffee, ok?" Always read to oblige my wonderful husband, I put my shovel down and when I came back outside he stopped me short of that area and asked me to stay where I was.
He explained, what I already should had known since, I am not a newbie to what it was, it is just I wasn't expecting it to be there! So, we drank our delicious coffees, and laughed about it. He was alittle bit taken back I wasn't upset. But why should I be, a roll of asbestos was a toy of mine growing up, which I shared with my brother. But, my sweet husband reburied it and sent me away so not to be near it. Oh, I loved him so.
Being the die-hard which I am, a few days later, I decided to put my garden on the other side of Tim's garden. I am out there with mask on, hat on, gloves, I was prepared for more of that stuff. I wasn't taking any chances. I am happily digging and digging, once in a while stopping to check out my seeds of 5 different kinds of basil I bought. I bought purple basil, sweet basil, licorice basil, basil basil basil. I love basil.
I was digging deeper than usual since I wanted to reach the really good dirt and give it a good flipping over. I was elated when I found a horse shoe. I shouted to Tim, " TIM TIM, LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" I found a good luck horseshoe! He was all excited and clapping.
I continued digging and digging and lo and behold' I found yet another lucky horseshoe which I had to share with Timothy. " TIM TIM, I FOUND ANOTHER LUCKY HORSESHOE!"
I couldn't believe I was so lucky, when I heard, yet another clink on my shovel. WOW, I pulled out another lucky horseshoe! " TIM, TIM, LOOK ANOTHER HORSESHOE!"
He comes over and he looks at all the shoes, and asks me, " where do you think is the unlucky horse?"
I let the shovel drop from my hands and said, " YUK". My garden was a horse cementary...
He fixed that hole too.
That weekend, he called me to his garden and inside the garden was a part sectioned off just for me, no asbestos and no dead horses.
I met my neighbor across the road who told me she lived here forever and she was as old as dirt, she informed me, this was a huge farm. My land was where the horses lived. And, died.
End of horsey story.