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Jun. 8th, 2001 11:18 pmi moved dirt today. a lot of dirt. about 18 yards of it, in fact. (well, with lots of help.) yards, in this case, refers to cubic yards, and a yard is of course 3 feet.
i have a large blister on my right thumb, and two popped blisters on my left palm right below and between my ring and middle fingers. my upper back, my shoulders, my upper arms, and my fingers no longer work. i'm typing very slowly as a result. oh, and those muscles just in front of my armpits hate me too. no doubt the rest of my muscles will be bitching tomorrow.
i worked for 8 hours, starting at 11. break to eat a sandwich and a peach, and various 5 minute breaks every once in a while. i am so dead.
the dirt was at rebecca's house, to raise her front yard a little so she actually had dirt instead of grass and rock, because she wants to plant lots of stuff. she paid me, but the neighbors got tom sawyered into it. (we're having so much fun! don't you want to join us?) we agreed beforehand that she'd pay me $6/hr (i made her set the rate because, as i told her, i'm a poor starving college student and i'd take her for all she was worth unless she gave me a limit), but at the end she paid me almost double that. score. she rocks. and my body hates me, and i'll probably hate her tomorrow, but i had lots of fun, and got some good exercise, too.
her cats are antisocial. that makes me sad. but the neighbors have a cat, kiefer, who's aged and friendly, just the way i'm used to. :) he likes getting scratched on the neck. happykitty. i had to take a fur break to play with him.
i would like to reiterate that i love rebecca's house. she has a very unique decorating style, and likes odd color combinations. she has purplegrey tile floor in her kitchen, and orange walls in her dining room, which has purple and gold curtains hanging in the glass doors and yellow wall adjoining. it's so nifty.
and i got to take a shower to wash off all the dirt (had to wash my hair twice before it was clean), and use all her niftysmelling organic soapy stuff. i had to hunt for something resembling conditioner though. and she bought me pad thai on the way home. it was slightly better than decent, but i'm judging it based on my memory of the thai-ger room, which i'm sure is an impossible standard. :)
and now i'm dreadfully tired and have to get up at 8 tomorrow to have breakfast before i go sing badly for 3 hours. and go to the choir show in the evening. it looks like there is to be no potomac celtic festival for me, although there is a chunk of time unaccounted for in the middle of the day.
i keep finding myself wanting to say 'i love you' to a few people, but i refrain out of fear that the meaning will get lost in translation. what kind of stupid culture has an obsession with love and only one word for it? it makes no sense.
ow.
i have a large blister on my right thumb, and two popped blisters on my left palm right below and between my ring and middle fingers. my upper back, my shoulders, my upper arms, and my fingers no longer work. i'm typing very slowly as a result. oh, and those muscles just in front of my armpits hate me too. no doubt the rest of my muscles will be bitching tomorrow.
i worked for 8 hours, starting at 11. break to eat a sandwich and a peach, and various 5 minute breaks every once in a while. i am so dead.
the dirt was at rebecca's house, to raise her front yard a little so she actually had dirt instead of grass and rock, because she wants to plant lots of stuff. she paid me, but the neighbors got tom sawyered into it. (we're having so much fun! don't you want to join us?) we agreed beforehand that she'd pay me $6/hr (i made her set the rate because, as i told her, i'm a poor starving college student and i'd take her for all she was worth unless she gave me a limit), but at the end she paid me almost double that. score. she rocks. and my body hates me, and i'll probably hate her tomorrow, but i had lots of fun, and got some good exercise, too.
her cats are antisocial. that makes me sad. but the neighbors have a cat, kiefer, who's aged and friendly, just the way i'm used to. :) he likes getting scratched on the neck. happykitty. i had to take a fur break to play with him.
i would like to reiterate that i love rebecca's house. she has a very unique decorating style, and likes odd color combinations. she has purplegrey tile floor in her kitchen, and orange walls in her dining room, which has purple and gold curtains hanging in the glass doors and yellow wall adjoining. it's so nifty.
and i got to take a shower to wash off all the dirt (had to wash my hair twice before it was clean), and use all her niftysmelling organic soapy stuff. i had to hunt for something resembling conditioner though. and she bought me pad thai on the way home. it was slightly better than decent, but i'm judging it based on my memory of the thai-ger room, which i'm sure is an impossible standard. :)
and now i'm dreadfully tired and have to get up at 8 tomorrow to have breakfast before i go sing badly for 3 hours. and go to the choir show in the evening. it looks like there is to be no potomac celtic festival for me, although there is a chunk of time unaccounted for in the middle of the day.
i keep finding myself wanting to say 'i love you' to a few people, but i refrain out of fear that the meaning will get lost in translation. what kind of stupid culture has an obsession with love and only one word for it? it makes no sense.
ow.