I skipped my Egyptian and Mesopotamia History class today, for the second (of two) times this week. Sounds kind like a liveJournal starting out, doesn't it?
Don't worry. I'm not here to tell you all about my day and give you a pointless play-by-play that only losers would really be interested in today. I am, however, going to tell you why I skipped the aforementioned class.
Early this month, my grandmother passed away. I inherited a large amount of liquor that probably was her late husband's. I've moved into her bedroom, and my brother has moved from our parents house and into my old room. We had a pool out back, above-ground, with a deck. Said pool cost, like, $1000+ to maintain each summer, and obviously we can't afford that.
So they tore it down. There's a big pile of aluminum and plastic by the curb.
But the deck's the important part. We're tearing it down. Notice how here I used 'we' and before I used 'they' when I used the 'tear down' verb-phrase.
I didn't help with the pool. I'm a lazy ass. But I'm helping with the deck. It involves a lot of swinging of a full-sized sledgehammer. Y'know, the kind you see used in movies when people are working on railroads. A good four feet of shaft, and a heavy steel head. You swing it overhead, or in a wide horizontal circle. Basically, we've been forcing the planks apart and breaking the deck into pieces, pulling up the supports, and smashing the concrete off of them. It's hard, back-breaking work, but it's ridiculously fun. Fun. Yes, physical labor, getting sore (my wrist still hurts) and tired out in the fresh air of a beautiful spring day. To sweat, to labor, to accomplish a goal.
We completely tore the upper deck apart and pulled up some of the supports, but we're not quite done yet. There's still a whole lower deck to smash up and haul off.
So, on top of that pile of aluminum and plastic is now a pile of timber and nails and concrete. I haven't felt this accomplished in months.
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