Before Coffee: Manual Labor
May 30, 2016 § 1 Comment
I work in an air-Conditioned office, at a desk, five days a week. The worst thing I can say about my job is that the office gets too cold sometimes. Okay, most of the time.
This long weekend, however, I’ve been trying to get some things done in the yard. Weeding flower beds, planting flowers, replacing a rotting wooden bed wall with brick. And , of course, still trying to get the pool to a swim-ready state.
(Someday, I’ll stop talking about the goddamn pool. That day won’t be today.)
It’s been hard on this old man, even with my long-suffering wife’s help. Every joint aches, every muscle in my arms, legs, and back hurts. We moved 600 pounds of brick from the garden store to her MINI, then to the tractor cart, then to its ultimate destination by the flower bed. In 82-degree humidity.
Today, we’ll rip out the old logs and build the wall. It’ll been even hotter, and just as humid.
Tracy said yesterday that she was looking forward to being back at work, so she can relax. She’s not wrong.
All I know is, people who do this kind of work for a living should be paid far more than those of us who sit at desks all day.
Off to grunt and sweat.