When we got the golf cart back Monday, we
started to drive it back to the house and promptly bottomed out.
We were tired, cold, and wet, so decided to leave it for the time being.
Then it poured down rain for two days, and we got sidetracked with
other important chores (including taking Strider to be snipped!)
Finally, yesterday afternoon, I headed out to poke at the golf cart
again. I brought Mark's favorite hand tool --- the spud bar (more
commonly known as a tamping bar.) I can barely lift the thing,
but it's extremely useful for breaking up soil when digging, then
compacting the soil when putting it back in place around a
fencepost. I figured it might also work well as a lever to pry
the golf cart up off the ground.
I slipped the spud bar under the grounded portion of the cart and
lifted. Whee! --- the cart slid down the tilted spud bar and up
the hill. The rainy weather and endless grant proposal I've been
working on had me a bit down in the dumps, but the satisfaction of
pulling the cart loose jolted me back into a good mood. The spud
bar --- mother's little helper.