Have Wheelbarrow, Will Shovel!

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I be’d my own one-man long-haired redneck road crew this morning, and filled up all the potholes in the road that had developed from the little rain and snow we’ve got in November, and the freezing every night and thawing every day. I scraped ten wheelbarrow loads of base course and gravel off the edges of the road to fill in the potholes, and then dumped another 30 or so wheelbarrows of sand I dug out of the ditch bank to fill the areas that had sunk over the culvert. I walked three miles pushing that wheelbarrow back and forth for two hours.

Parapet Down

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In preparation to raze the burned out flamenco building, workers tore out the parapet wall from Patrician Design’s building in order to detach the flamenco building’s roof from the two buildings firewalls. The workmen also sawed out portions of the front and back of the flamenco building to detach the structures’ vertical attachments. The workers labored under a sunny sky throughout the day, but then the sky became overcast with ominous inklings of rain after the workmen had retired for the day.

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Men at Work

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There is a stereotype of road workers standing around leaning on their shovels. While this photo reinforces the stereotype, I believe these guys are waiting for a fresh load of asphalt. I worked construction when I was young, and no matter what the stereotypes are, construction workers have hard jobs, and often have to work outside in bad weather this time of year. I remember digging footings and having to use a pickaxe to break up the frozen soil in single digit temperatures back in my days as a construction worker. I was young and stupid back then.

But today’s photo reminded me of when we were living in Spain, and we came home one summer. Tristan had a rat that died and we were having a funeral for it. I had dug the hole and was leaning on the shovel, with Laurie and my parents gathered around the hole while Tristan read from a book of prayers from the Spanish Reformed Episcopal Church. While we were in the middle of the funeral for a rat, one of my guitar students drove up in his pickup truck with his windows down and music blasting, parked, got out and asked what was going on. I told him we were burying a rat, so he stood around the hole with us while we finished the last rites, then I gave Tristan the shovel, and went off to give my student his guitar lesson. After we started the lesson my student paused and said “I’m sorry I barged in on the funeral like that. When I saw everyone standing around a freshly dug hole, and you leaning on a shovel, it looked like a normal work project for New Mexicans!”

Blacksmith World Championships

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Who would ever think the we would have the World Blacksmith Championships right here in New Mexico, just outside the Duke City? Susan, Lois and I checked out the 4th Annual Blacksmith Worlds at the Wildlife West Nature Park and Rescued Wildlife Zoo east of Albuquerque, and had a wonderful time watching the blacksmiths compete in making horseshoes and hammering them onto horses hooves. Each team had one hour to make one shoe and get it on the horse. Then the next competition would begin until all the horses had new shoes and all four hooves.

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