A big storm hit yesterday while I was at work. When I came home, there was debris all over the subdivision. Worried
that the house may have suffered some damage, I quickly checked it out. Roof?
Check. Windows? Check. Fence? Check. Trees? Check. Bushes? Check.
“Man, I need to mow my
backyard.” I said to myself as I continued to survey my property for damage. “There’s a huge patch of grass in the corner that’s about two feet taller than the rest. I must have missed that
spot . . . wait a second . . . where’s the trampoline?!”
As I began my search, I found two legs and a few springs in the neighbors
backyard, but there were no other signs of the 12 foot trampoline AND enclosure and no sign of damage to my fence or anyone’s
property. The winds had picked it straight up out of the yard and carried it
off somewhere. I guess expecting the garden
anchor pins to hold it down was a little aspirational.
You know how
far 80 mph winds can carry a trampoline? About 300 – 400 yards. Did it land in
a nice flat area? Did it end up in a place easily accessible to bring it back home? Nope. It landed
upside down at the bottom of a steep hill in a hole of swampy sludge.
Side note: If you decide to go into a swamp, it’s always a
good idea to wear your fashionable wellies.
I was impressed at how dry they kept my feet.
Anyway, it took us about two hours to drag that stupid
trampoline out of that swampy sludge hole and up the steep hill, disassemble it
and load it into the truck to haul it home. It wouldn’t have taken so long if
we could find the one essential tool that helps you to install and uninstall
the springs. We tried everything we could find: a paint can opener, a small
hammer, that weird looking garbage disposal tool. None of it worked. Seems to
be something really special about this T-shaped thingy-majig.
Needless to say, all trampoline parts (that we could find)
are stacked neatly in the garage awaiting our final decision of whether or not
to put it back up . . . maybe in the fall.
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