“So, if you were going to take out the swing set, would you dig out the legs first, or unscrew all the bolts first?” I ask.
DH thinks a minute and replies, “Oh, I’d undo the bolts, and then you could use leverage to get the bases out.”
“Oh.” I said. “What are you doing this weekend?”
He looks a little panicked. “It’s Easter?”
“No. Easter is next week.” It was inescapable- and he knew it- we didn’t do it right after the conversation, or on Easter weekend either, but before my walk this past Saturday, I looked him in the eye and said, “I really, really really want that thing gone, and I know I can’t do it by myself.”
So, when I came home from my walk on Saturday to find DH in the back yard undoing the bolts on the swing set, I knew my begging had made an impression. I went to find my own set of pliers and get the kids off the couch.
The swing set has been there since before we moved in, and is a magnet for wasps, but not a magnet for our kids anymore I had assumed it was set in concrete, because of the way it didn’t tip over when the big kids attempted to swing high enough to go over the bar (busted on Mythbusters, by the way). What we discovered on Saturday was extremely gratifying, though, no concrete, just stakes.
I set Will up with a shovel. He complained. “But I thought you liked digging holes…”
“When I was 5!”
Oh, yeah. I remember, we bought him his own little trowel, and he used to dig holes in the middle of the grass, looking for worms. Then we would step in them in the dark, and hurt ourselves and curse. Good times.
So we dig around each of the posts, and find the loops on top of the stakes. At first we just try to unscrew them from the soil with brute force, then we break out our simple machine ingenuity. I get some short pieces of rebar to put through the loops to add leverage to untwist them. “Lefty loosey…” I keep muttering.
“Mom, I know it’s lefty loosey!”
Yeah, I know. I was just reminding myself. I get mixed up.
After less than an hour, with all of us helping, and really very minimal flopping on the ground in teen angst, we have the whole thing dismantled, and piled on the ground.
I’m sure in another 6 months, we can get it loaded into the pick-up and recycled. Watch this space for planting schemes. The schemes include fruit.