No 3 - Happened to my Dad. His then Bitch of a Wife (not my Mom who had died a number of years previously) put dish soap into the dishwasher. Ruined the basement ceiling. She was about 95 when she did it, past being competent.
My toddler (trying to be helpful) did that back in the day. Called Cooperative Extension Service for help. They said running the dishwasher with a dose of liquid fabric softener would kill the suds. It worked.
Nope physics, consider the rocks balloons and the pressure of the surrounding dirt is greater on the bottom than the top. So the dirt pressure will slowly lift the rock to the surface. Takes a long time but there are lots of rocks trying to be free.
#10 - When I was about 11, a friend of mine asked me if I would help him clear rocks for his father for a "garden" and we would get paid. I said I would because, how hard could it be? Well, as it turned out the garden was nothing short of an acre, at the top of a hill, in New England. His dad ran a disc over the whole thing, and we started, We each had a wheel barrow and were told to pick up every rock fist size or bigger that we could see, the stones ranged from that to some that we had to roll into our wheel barrows. Three summer days later we were done. Or so we thought. After that his dad turned it over again with a tractor mounted tiller and told us to do the whole field again. After 3 more days we finally got paid. $15 each. I've never worked harder for less money. Sure could have used that bobcat.
In the Central Valley in California and especially in the lower foothills, rocks percolate up to the surface. You can pick that surface clean in the winter when the grass is dead and you'll have to do it again the next year, and the next year, and the next year.
When the ground freezes, it expands. Since it can't expand downward it expands upward, pushing the rocks upward. Eventually they will reach the surface.
At camp in Maine, our field pukes up baseball to basketball sized and sometimes larger rocks every year during the winter freeze. That field was originally cleared in the 1800's. In the New England tradition, the property is outlined in a stone wall that averages three and half feet high and three feet thick. All of the rocks in the walls are way bigger than what erupts these days.
Thankfully that's the difference between transported soils and glacial till. Most non-fluvial soils of the northeast, especially hilltops, the till encountered below the topsoil has been undisturbed for almost 2 million years. This material will yield blow counts of 45 to 50 (or more, but normally testing would stop at 50 because, why bother). So there isn't any percolation going on there. The only reason there would be rocks in that field today would be if someone put them there. At least I can be pretty sure my labor wasn't for nothing, not that I'll ever benefit from it.
A little boy in the Midwest is out picking rock in a field on the fami!y farm. It's terrible hard work and he's tired and sits down to rest and, exasperated, asks: "Grandpa, who put these rocks here??". Grandpa says: "The glaciers". The little boys asks: "Where are the glaciers now?". Grandpa says: " They went back for more".
I once went to a laundromat with a couple of blankets used by our dog. I wanted to use one of their big washers. A sign on the wall said to use only powdered detergent, so I brought a baggie of Tide. Apparently, this caused over-production of suds. The attendant had a fit when she saw that I'd used Tide. I pointed to the sign on the wall so she said, yeah but not Tide. She wanted to put fabric softener in to kill the suds but I told her she might as well burn the blankets because we couldn't tolerate the smell of the softener. I had her keep running rinses on the machine until the suds went away. I don't guess that works on a dishwasher. Later, she was telling me about having had a flesh eating bacteria from some customer who'd been traveling in some bad place. Fortunately, I didn't need to go back there.
And to think that my wife's Grandpa Frank cleared his fields by loading rocks into a Fresno scraper pulled by his horse and then dumping the rocks in designated spots at the ranch. Those piles are still there more than 100 years later, and I think of him whenever I see them. Pretty neat.
I've seen it done that way off of Rock River Road, east of Riverbank. They used a team of mules to pull big stone boy with a crew of Mexicans filling it.
As the old folks cross over the river Jordan, watch the dude with his hands on his hips. He looks at his buddy and says, “ their dead”. So funny, everybody just looks on. Well, bye! No one is in position to jump in and save them. The other dude in the canoe hanging on sure ain’t getting out either. I’m sure it all worked out fine.
No 3 - Happened to my Dad. His then Bitch of a Wife (not my Mom who had died a number of years previously) put dish soap into the dishwasher. Ruined the basement ceiling. She was about 95 when she did it, past being competent.
ReplyDeleteMy toddler (trying to be helpful) did that back in the day. Called Cooperative Extension Service for help. They said running the dishwasher with a dose of liquid fabric softener would kill the suds. It worked.
Delete#9 feeding the herd. Soon to be on menu. I have never tried it, but seems better than bugs
ReplyDeleteLewis and Clark expedition ate dog often so much Lewis hand a person get 3 dogs a week to have for dinner. In PI black dog taste best.
Delete#10, I've seen one of these in action. They sure make crappy land tillable
ReplyDeleteIt was a must have for the farm in New Hampshire. I swear, we grew more rocks than anything else.
DeleteFreeze rocks. Got a lot of those in Oregon. The groundwater freezes and pushes the rocks to the surface.
DeleteNope physics, consider the rocks balloons and the pressure of the surrounding dirt is greater on the bottom than the top. So the dirt pressure will slowly lift the rock to the surface. Takes a long time but there are lots of rocks trying to be free.
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East of Portland you have to harvest rocks every other year.
DeletePortland Oregon, Maine, or Tennessee?
DeleteNot too many stony fields east of Portland Maine, Kenny.
DeleteYeah, I don't know shit about Maine as you can tell.
DeleteThanks for the entertainment .
ReplyDelete#1, #3: FAFO. WTAF is that in #8? Eyebleach req’d. #9 is hilarious.
ReplyDelete#10 - When I was about 11, a friend of mine asked me if I would help him clear rocks for his father for a "garden" and we would get paid. I said I would because, how hard could it be? Well, as it turned out the garden was nothing short of an acre, at the top of a hill, in New England. His dad ran a disc over the whole thing, and we started, We each had a wheel barrow and were told to pick up every rock fist size or bigger that we could see, the stones ranged from that to some that we had to roll into our wheel barrows. Three summer days later we were done. Or so we thought. After that his dad turned it over again with a tractor mounted tiller and told us to do the whole field again. After 3 more days we finally got paid. $15 each. I've never worked harder for less money. Sure could have used that bobcat.
ReplyDeleteIn the Central Valley in California and especially in the lower foothills, rocks percolate up to the surface. You can pick that surface clean in the winter when the grass is dead and you'll have to do it again the next year, and the next year, and the next year.
DeleteWhen the ground freezes, it expands. Since it can't expand downward it expands upward, pushing the rocks upward. Eventually they will reach the surface.
DeleteAt camp in Maine, our field pukes up baseball to basketball sized and sometimes larger rocks every year during the winter freeze. That field was originally cleared in the 1800's. In the New England tradition, the property is outlined in a stone wall that averages three and half feet high and three feet thick. All of the rocks in the walls are way bigger than what erupts these days.
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Thankfully that's the difference between transported soils and glacial till. Most non-fluvial soils of the northeast, especially hilltops, the till encountered below the topsoil has been undisturbed for almost 2 million years. This material will yield blow counts of 45 to 50 (or more, but normally testing would stop at 50 because, why bother). So there isn't any percolation going on there. The only reason there would be rocks in that field today would be if someone put them there. At least I can be pretty sure my labor wasn't for nothing, not that I'll ever benefit from it.
DeleteA little boy in the Midwest is out picking rock in a field on the fami!y farm. It's terrible hard work and he's tired and sits down to rest and, exasperated, asks: "Grandpa, who put these rocks here??". Grandpa says: "The glaciers". The little boys asks: "Where are the glaciers now?". Grandpa says: " They went back for more".
DeleteBoy, did I just learn a bunch about rocks in fields. Thank you, all.
DeleteAnd the joke about glaciers and Grandpa is really good.
#1: A Bud Light can in the nuts, how à propos
ReplyDelete#2: More proof Smartphones & Stupid people are dangerous
#5: Work with what ya got.
#8: Dylan Mulvaney after Bud Light.
It's 'guys' like #8 that give meaning to the joke:
ReplyDelete"If I had a dog that ugly I'd shave it's ass and make him walk backwards."
Except in his case his shaven ass is probably just as ugly as his face.
#9 That is how they should do the reparations for the aggrieved Neegras who think they are owed for previous generations of slavery.
ReplyDeleteTake the billions up in a plane ... tell all the descendants of slaves to his the streets to get their share.
Do that and you will have reduced the black population by a large %
I once went to a laundromat with a couple of blankets used by our dog. I wanted to use one of their big washers. A sign on the wall said to use only powdered detergent, so I brought a baggie of Tide. Apparently, this caused over-production of suds. The attendant had a fit when she saw that I'd used Tide. I pointed to the sign on the wall so she said, yeah but not Tide. She wanted to put fabric softener in to kill the suds but I told her she might as well burn the blankets because we couldn't tolerate the smell of the softener. I had her keep running rinses on the machine until the suds went away. I don't guess that works on a dishwasher. Later, she was telling me about having had a flesh eating bacteria from some customer who'd been traveling in some bad place. Fortunately, I didn't need to go back there.
ReplyDeleteBabes like #8 are why I keep coming back here.
ReplyDelete#9 - Fattening up for the slaughter!
Paki parkour.
ReplyDeleteChutes Magoo
And to think that my wife's Grandpa Frank cleared his fields by loading rocks into a Fresno scraper pulled by his horse and then dumping the rocks in designated spots at the ranch.
ReplyDeleteThose piles are still there more than 100 years later, and I think of him whenever I see them. Pretty neat.
I've seen it done that way off of Rock River Road, east of Riverbank. They used a team of mules to pull big stone boy with a crew of Mexicans filling it.
DeleteAs the old folks cross over the river Jordan, watch the dude with his hands on his hips. He looks at his buddy and says, “ their dead”. So funny, everybody just looks on. Well, bye! No one is in position to jump in and save them. The other dude in the canoe hanging on sure ain’t getting out either. I’m sure it all worked out fine.
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Good finds. The tranny is of nightmare quality