One lesson we've learned (over and over again) is that nothing is as easy as you think it should be.  Over the weekend, we were working in the yard and I wanted to move (finally) the two pallets of brick leftover from the foundation.  I was even resigned to go into zen mode and move them by hand.  But then Sheelagh suggested renting a forklift from the rental yard just down the street and saving all that energy (and Ibuprofen) for one of the other hundred or so jobs on the list.  So I phone, and sure no problem come on down and pick one up.  When I get there and I explain to the guy what I need it for (I would be driving it on grass and dirt and not on concrete) he tells me the one in the yard probably wouldn't work that well.  But he was just going to pick up another one that had big wheels that would work much better and he could drop it off on his way back.  Great (I think)!  I'll see you in a couple of hours.  So sure enough, a couple of hours later he phones back and tells me to meet him at the end of the driveway (it's a long one) and he'll show me how the thing works.  Perfect (I think)!  Now mind you, the whole time I had envisioned one of those forklifts you see at Home Depot or Costco.

Of course, my vision was a little off.  I was laughing so hard at first I could  hardly see through the tears!!  But after much trial and error (and more laughter) the bricks got moved.  See?  Piece of cake!