June 9, 2005

  • These are rough times. 
    Stay true to yourself.

    Tuesday afternoon, running 5+ miles around Dreamland,
    sun-beaten, in 90+ F. heat, I envisioned being on a 1930’s Alabama chain gang and having to pound big
    rocks into little ones the day forever long. 
    Natural enough an association, no? 
    Given the oppressive heat and the sense of hard labor that was invading
    my en-scorched psyche.  Though it was something I never self-imaged before.

    Well, Wednesday morning I got a request for assistance.  Dr. Margie (psychiatrist-type) begged me to
    come over later in the day to help her recover some half-foot thick sidewalk
    sandstone slabs that her city had replaced with concrete and which the city
    would haul away if she didn’t quickly claim them.  So guess what I ended up doing?  At the very same time the day before that I
    had imagined myself chain-ganging rocks for the boss man, I ended up sledge-hammering
    4 x 6 ft. sandstone slabs into four 2 x 3 ft. manageable blocks and hauling
    them to the site of Dr. Margie’s future patio. 
    Let me tell you, with each of the smaller blocks weighing about 200 lbs., it really did constitute a chain-gang type ordeal.  2 tons? 
    3 tons?  I’ve no good grasp of how
    much stone I dragged, wiggled, lifted, rolled, wheel-barrowed, and wagoned in
    the same unrelenting 90+ F. heat.  I was
    literally raining sweat off of my skull with every step I took.  I was shedding, showering so much (precious
    bodily) fluid that I felt like my own mini-thunderstorm leaving trails of
    wetness wherever I turned.

    The Human Shower!  Is
    there such a Super-Hero?

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