Heavy Lifting

[poliphilo]

There's only so much heavy lifting I can do in a day. I've never had much stamina. Once- in my twenties- I tried to keep pace with a couple of young dudes on a Kentucky farm who were heaving great enormous hay bales onto a wagon in the torpid heat of a summer's day and it all but killed me.  I struggled through to lunch, then slunk away shamefacedly and did something ladylike instead. 

This morning I finished clearing out the kitchen cupboards. Then we took a load to the storage unit and I filled the last of the floor space there. After lunch we went up to Sainsbury's and I deposited six bags of books and videos in the Oxfam bin and bought some strong carrier bags. I've discovered I prefer bags to boxes when in comes to packing books; they're so much easier to carry.

Since then I've been sitting around, doing a crossword, dozing- and getting up once in a while to potter.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I believe that was the year I was painting a mural in the meeting room of the episcopal church. I may have escaped to that.

[baritonejeff.livejournal.com]

Well that's hardly ladylike, because I'm assuming you employed big, manly strokes. ;)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Alas, no. I'm not a very good painter so my strokes were tentative and finicky.

[baritonejeff.livejournal.com]

Look, I'm giving you every opportunity here to come off as manly and brutish. Work with me.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Oh, OK. It wan't finicky at all. I threw pots of paint about- just like Pollock- then went out and drank a quart of whisky in a low bar and had a fist fight.

[baritonejeff.livejournal.com]

Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat's better... ;)