hello hand truck, hello dolly
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!
Posted by Ian Williams at December 11, 2007 11:05 PM
In my case: "kneebreaking" labor. We moved our entire household this summer... yes, 61 year old hubby, 55 year old me, 15 year old son (thank God for hockey muscles), and 16 year old daughter. I mean, we moved EVERYTHING, couches included.
I was pleased with my enduring strength. And then I messed up my knee with all the lifting, walking, and subsequent beach litter-cleaning. And now I'm doing physical therapy twice a week.
Can't wait to hear what this year's surprise gift is, Ian. :-)
Ok, so this may not count, but to me, it was serious. I decided (after watching the Oprah where people had lost 500 lbs. with no surgery, just good old fashioned diet and exercise) to buy a workout video and try getting in shape that way. Afterwards, I felt great, really energized. Then, I went to bed. I woke up the next morning, and I could BARELY MOVE. I had to slide down the steps on my butt, and I couldn't bend my legs to walk properly. I limped around like I'd been hit by a bus for almost a week! So, I think that constitutes backbreaking labor, although it was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Sneaky.
I just came in the house from raking wet leaves and then dragging them down to the street on a tarp for an hour and a half. I am beat (and definitely out of shape)! The city I live in brings trucks around to suck up the leaves in the fall, and since I hate bagging the leaves I need to get them down to the curb before leaf collection season is over.
Also, yesterday I went to Costco and had to park about half a mile from the front door. Bought a little crate of pears, a ten-pack of ribbon, some books and videos AND a storage crate to carry it back to the car. The thing that tipped it into "backbreaking" was the 5 pound roll of wrapping paper I slid into the basket at the last minute! Had to keep stopping and propping the crate to rest...
I am so weak. Good luck with the xmas gift! (and keep Lucy away from those filings)
I love LFMD's anthropomorphizing "Sir desires to fill in the blank" image. So cute! Now I can put words to the heavy-lidded look my huge, nine and a half year old Maine Coon/tabby cat levels at me when he sits next to his nearly dry water dish: "Sir desires more beverage with which to slake his thirst."
Recent hardest labor was, like Susan's (congrats!), squeezing out a boy baby. On 30 September. And in way, since then, the breastfeeding should count, too, cuz it's been really frackin' difficult this time round!