Pushing RockPosted: February 4, 2016
It’s that time of year again, when low spots in the road fill with water and start turning into potholes. But this year, we decided to get ahead of the game and spread some fresh rock before the actual holes form. Seemed like a good thing to do with all the weather we’ve had so far.
So Weston and I grabbed a shovel, a rake, a five-gallon bucket and went to work. He’s been “helping” me fix the road since he could walk, but this year, he actually did most of the work. And even thought it’s not as fun as basketball or fishing (or legos or video games…) he was cheerful and happy the whole time.
When we first started doing this together seven years ago, he slowed me down, but his happiness made it worth the extra effort. Now he can haul rock and spread it on his own, and I still gain from his upbeat attitude. Perhaps he just brings me along to keep the mood up.