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| 04.26.04 (6:30 am) [edit] |
When I quit my job, it was because of old injuries to my arms that for some reason have flared up again. A doctor says work less, surgery or no use of arms...have you tried not using your arms lately? It's a lesson in being humbled, not my favorite sort, but when forced, quite effective. So I think of things I used to carry with ease and things I carry now, like I used to carry my children as babies, braced upon my hip.
Some things I used to carry or move:
Furniture
Appliances
Boat parts big and small
Luggage (the not rolling type)
Groceries
Books, lots of books, lots and lots of books
Things I carry now:
Hardly anything, that's why god made backpacks and rolling luggage.
Yesterday I carried a huge pot to sterilize my vinegar bottles. I couldn't carry the lid and was too embarrassed to tell my girlfriend (who loaned the pot to me) why, so I said I didn't need the lid. After adjusting it four times to go about 500 feet I hoped like hell I had some foil to use for a lid...
Today I will ride my bike to town to get some ink for my printer at seriously inflated prices, if they have any. I will go to the mayor's office to talk to a friend. I might go to the one market that sells fresh meat. And then my arms will hurt too much to do anymore. I will, most likely, run into my old boss (a trip to town means you run into 10 or more people you know so I try to space the trips) who will cluck with truly sincere sympathy and the hopes that I get *better*. And I will feel very foolish, for not being strong, which is also foolish.
So then to make myself feel better I will come home and try to pound rebar into the ground as fence posts for the chickens that will live here soon - not the wild ones that already live here, but the ones a friend is giving me, fancy ones that lay the most lovely brown eggs. Her husband promises that if I don't want them all to just take them, and he will butcher some for me, but not around his girls. If I hit rock with the rebar and I most certainly shall, I'll stop and play with plants, which require no carrying, only tender touches that remind and reassure me that life does indeed push up through rocky ground and can flourish, no matter what shape it takes.
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posted by: skarlet (reply)
post date: 04.26.04 (7:04 am)
simplicity n sweet... ur blog that is!
posted by: caribemj (reply)
post date: 04.26.04 (11:41 am)
Thanks, skarlet, nice to read.
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