Manual Labor.
It was a beautiful sunny day today, with temperatures in the high 60’s – a perfect day to sit outside, relax, enjoy the last breaths of summer –perhaps with a good book. I, however, got to spend the shank of the day kneeling, lying, and contorting in what used to be the vegetable garden, but what became a patch of fully-grown weeds and little trees longing to become big trees. I was tugging things out of the ground with roots as long as my forearm. Everything I own is tired.
I am not a “Man of the Soil,†and manual labor makes my hair hurt.
This is all well and good, but did a bug spew acid from its thoracic region into your face while you knelt in the dirt? It’s not real gardening without an unprovoked facial attack by one of our Insect Friends.
Comment by dogette — November 6, 2005 @ 11:20 am
No – Not the hair. Damnit man…stop that. You must do everything you can to protect that great farookin’ hair. I’ve put in a request to the Smithsonian……
Comment by Tammi — November 6, 2005 @ 8:04 pm
I should have done something similar this last weekend… I didn’t… I feel real bad… yeah I do.
Comment by Teresa — November 7, 2005 @ 8:55 am
I like Manuel Labor. He’s the Mexican guy that cuts my lawn.
Comment by Elisson — November 8, 2005 @ 12:37 pm