hello hand truck, hello dolly

12/11/07

I actually like backbreaking labor if it’s in service to something I’m building, or towards an appreciable end, with the emphasis on “end”. I have no goddamn patience for backbreaking labor that has to be done again within four weeks, but I will use every last strand of adenosine triphosphate my mitochondria can muster if it is part of a lasting, grand gesture.

Tonight, I performed such an act, but I can’t write about it because I’m up here at the farm with Lucy and my mom, and the backbreaking labor is my surprise Christmas present to Tessa. Suffice to say I had to warp the laws of physics in order to get certain things to work, and I didn’t have help because my mom turned 76 a few minutes ago (happy birthday, Mom!) and Lucy gets really distracted when she’s carrying around a glue gun and a bucketful of iron filings.

No, honey, she wasn’t carrying around a glue gun and a bucketful of iron filings.

Anyway, I must collapse and provide today’s CODE WORD: What was your most recent backbreaking labor? And yes, that can include “labor” too, ladies!