The chore from hell

The floor of my barn is dirt, a suitable surface for my herd of equines. They occasionally hang out in their stalls during the heat of the day 

or during a storm, but otherwise, the stalls are merely a thoroughfare from the corral to the pasture. 

The problem with a dirt floor is that every once in awhile, you have to add more dirt. The last time I added more dirt, 

I vowed that the next time, I would cover the dirt with stall mats so that the dirt would never blow away again.

Witness the dirt blowing away. I took this picture on Sunday afternoon around 3:30, 

just as I was preparing for the arrival of my neighbor, also known as Jane Deere, the tractor woman.

Jane arrived with John to scoop bucket after bucket of dirt into the middle stall of the barn. I think by the time all was said and done, 

she had dumped about 20 bucket loads of dirt. In layman's terms, that would be about 80 bazillion shovels' worth. 

Then the real fun began. I got to divide the dirt between two stalls, then spread it and level it. As if that weren't enough excitement for 

the afternoon, I got to wrestle with the stall mats. Have you ever moved a stall mat? If not, you really need to put it on your bucket list. 

I Googled around to find out how much each stall mat weighs. Google lies. 

They said each mat weighs 100 pounds. I think they dropped a zero.

Anyway, I accomplished my mission.

Lucy and the boys returned to the barn Monday morning to inspect their new digs. 

Apparently, they did not see my sign.