It was extremely hot and muggy today. When it’s humid, I sweat something awful. In Canada I was the waterworks; it was that bad last year. This morning I’m out near the wood, marveling at the millions of insects in the wood pile and realize that there’s a swarm of gnats over my head. Mind you I’m already wearing huge headphones and a double long cord going to my walkman. I’m in sweat pants and there’s no place to hook it so I’m hooking it on my waistband and … well add that I’m an idiot and I’m not wearing my glasses …
So after an hour or so I’m to the point where I can’t see anything. I’m randomly throwing stuff on the pile. It’s not structurally sound. The frigging thing is getting about waist high and I have to climb up on it to get to the middle of it to stack wood. Suddenly a big truck goes by, I’m startled and the world slowly slips away from under my feet. I catch myself before I really fall, then take the loose wood and properly stack it up on top of the pile. I feel like hell, I don’t want to be out there. I’m grumbling my head off. I get down off the pile, go to the cart and I decided to stack with my feet on the ground.
This is safe, right?
Nothing is safe.
Like something out of “Dead Like Me,” my walkman pops off of my waist as I’m walking to the pile. I turn to grab it as a gnat flies into my eye; I put my elbow on the pile to steady myself and the one small row starts to roll. I literally say “@#$#!!!” I throw the headphones off my head as I fall and come down hard on my shoulder.
That’s when I give up. Actually, no, I’m such an idiot that I restacked the pile, finished the cart, then gave up.
I don’t hurt. I’m sort of half awake right now. I didn’t hit my head or anything, I’m just exhausted. I worked my butt off yesterday on the pile then worked 5 hours at my real job, then spent most of the evening editing videos. I didn’t sleep that much last night. I had this dream I was at the Motorcycle shop that’s the setting for the TLC show “American Chopper” yet I was still stacking wood. I have no @#$#ing idea why they wanted wood but there I was, with all those idiots, stacking wood in the back of the shop.
I need help.
Speaking of help: Brit sent along the article that TechTV is for sale. Dear lord, I was right.
They’re doomed.
Oh well. I’m going to go fall over.
k9