Friday September 14th 2012 Tim
So much of a joy to hear body parts rumble on.
I could call it 'moaning and groaning,' but I won't. It's more
like a rhapsody through ache, twinge and a sudden stabbing-ness, which I
could call a 'pain' but absolutely refuse to. I have been digging with
both a long handled shovel, and with what once was called a 'jembi,' but
which now is called a 'mattock' because it is not as heavy as a
'pickaxe.' As well, there has been wheel barrow with gravel, some
sort of soil that exudes a sneezing musk, produces headache and
dizziness along with a cruel sensation that I will not call 'Terminal'
because most likely it followed me home from the Hardware Store.
Granted this recent excursion into
blue sky and sunshine hasn't the glory of double trenching, but it's close
enough to fill some sort of void that has existed in me since I completely
lost my mind by seeking solace in the title 'gainful employment' at what
only demons or 'Job Creators' would call a 'Fulfillment Center.' Nor would
it have been in the least helpful to seek that title within the wider
community of Hole Diggers, because in my view a relationship with a
shovel is extremely personal, and should not be turned into a hell on earth,
or a commodity or in any way squandered to the whims of others. That
particular dark angel pulls me to his weekend, so that I can preserve some
sense of title by having Friday on Sunday. And what fun it is to