Weeds…

What fun. Tis what I got to battle against all day Friday. Not weeds in the “Grandma in the backyard” sense of the word, no no no… this is much more like trail blazing. I was armed with a hatchet in order to fully wipe out any bush that was not a cherry tree.

Friday evening, I felt like I usually do just before getting sick.

Saturday I get to the farm, and as I am putting on my boots, Ray comes over. Do I get an “g’day” or a “bon giornno” no… instead…
“You look like shit”
“thanks Ray, is it the lack of a shower with the bed head, or the poor half-ass attempt at a goatee?”
“naw… THAT looks ‘shitty’. YOU look like shit. There is a difference. You sick?”
“I might be getting there.”
“hell… go home and rest… I need you healthy so I can work you to death on Monday”
“Righto, fair enough. You sure”
“ya ya, I’ve been doin this for 50 years before you came along remember”
“ok, well, I’ll finish that row and go home”

And so… I finished that row, and went home, then slept, slept for a very long time.

Then slept Sunday. Oh ya… twas good. Very good.

Last night I worked out for the first time in awhile, I mean, I exercise while working, but that is slightly different.

36 sit ups, considering I cannot remember the last time that I did a sit up, I think that is not too bad of a start. Though I felt like I was going to die last night, this morning on the other hand… I could conquer France by myself. Yes, I know, it is only France, but hey, even Hitler had an army when he did it.