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Monday, July 11, 2011

strong enough for a man ... but for a yard-working woman? maybe not.

It's good that this space is a virtual connection. Because if you were with me right now in the non-virtual world, I suspect your eyebrows would be slightly raised, and you would be holding a delicately scented handkerchief to your nose.

Here's the thing. I got up super-early (and I do mean early) to take Spike to work. Came home as the sun came up and went straight to work, worked for hours, on a day that just kept getting hotter. I mulched. I hoed. I raked. I weeded. I mulched some more. I lopped. I trimmed trees that were beating on the roof of the garage. I bundled them all with twine and took them to the curb. I also successfully avoided the door-to-door literature-distributing pair that was slowly making their way down the street. When I sit on the far side of my back deck, I can't hear anyone knocking at the front door, and I can't be easily seen from the side gate.

I am now in serious need of a shower, what with the stunning combination of dirt and sweat that I have accumulated, but a shower requires movement, and I'm not sure I have the energy. It would be a real shame if I drowned in my shower at the end of such a high-accomplishment day, simply because I was too tired to breathe air. On the other hand, I still have to go pick up my weekly veggies. My urban farmer friend is fairly easy-going, but in my current state even his limits might well be tested. Plus I'm out of milk for coffee - which is an essential thing in my world - so once I get my butt out there to pick up my veggies, I'm heading to a grocery store too.

*sigh* I'm going to have to shower, aren't I?

Listen, maybe check in on me some time this week. If I don't respond, I've drowned, and my water bill is going to be a doozy.