Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I have been known, on occasion, to stop and toss something into the back of my car and speed off. I thought the gene was weakening as it drains down the successive generations. But maybe not.
I was walking the Demolition Dog commonly known as DiNozzo in Valerie's neighborhood this week and saw where one of her neighbors had pulled up a 5 foot blue agave plant. I texted Carrie and told her about it.
Two days later Carrie texted back to see if it was still there. It was. She went home to grab Andrew's truck and we were going to pop it into the truck and she would be off. Notice Andrew did not come, nor did Frank.
When we got there I realized it was a tall as I was and three time my weight. It was HUGE! I called Frank to come help, and with two of the neighbors and the guy who was transferring ownership, we spent the next 45 minutes hoisting it to the truck with a system of levers and pulleys and two by fours and come alongs and two wheelers. And some gloves and towels because the spikes are nasty on those things.
I got stuck early on and nearly bled out.
We headed to Carrie's house and Andrew was none too happy about having a 7 foot agave plant to haul around while Carrie decided where she wanted it.
She later called me and said even though he was acting not so happy, he began to feel a kinship with it after a while. And he is talking about margarita party next weekend.