ok, this brings a story to mind, and a true one at that!
When we first moved out here (5 years ago) oldest DS was 16, going on 17.
He was 5'5, 130 pounds soaking wet. skinny little punk. Well, DH was still working 300 miles away, we only saw him on weekends. DS and I had to litterally pull water from our well the old fashioned way. (read, rope, pulley, bucket, 100' well) We pulled the water and hauled it about 300 yards to the house, in 5 gallon buckets. Now folks, THAT is work! Nearly killed this over 40 woman!
Ok, DS has a 'buff' friend who works out at the gym. ohhh man, he was tough (he thought) and strong.
He shows one day as I am pulling my 3rd bucket from the well, water was at about 60 feet down that day. Friend was talking big, how strong he was, how easy that would be. I was pooped. DS says, "ok, well, mom just pulled up 3 buckets, I will pull up 3, then you do 3."
NO PROBLEM says buff friend.
DS pulls up three buckets, hands empty bucket to friend and says, "go"
buff friend nearly passes out half way through bucket #1 & DS has to rescue the bucket from falling all the way to the bottom.
Goes to show you, we have
the best workout in the world out here!
(and I am ever so thankful to have an electric pump on that well now!!!)
Just thought I would share that useless information with ya'll!
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