Des Accomplissements d'une Taupe

Aujourd'hui, j'ai travaillé dur un peu avec la terre: j'ai creusé (avec des pelles) des trous et des fosses pour mettre dans la terre la canalisation du p.v.c. pour un système d'extinction automatique ... And approximately half of those words were new vocabulary to me so I will translate and continue on in English :)

Today, I worked hard with the earth a little: I dug (with some shovels) some holes and some trenches in order to put in the ground PVC piping for our new sprinkler system. I worked my back a lot seeing so many things that needed to be done and not wishing to leave them undone. The hard manual labor felt good despite the havoc it must have wreaked upon my back. Three main things I did: digging the ditches for the irrigation pipes, uncovering the round around a valve box and removing all the dirt that had been held within as well as creating space for a second box to be placed right next to the first, and attaching the sprinkler heads onto the piping that was laid down and glued together (this last part was considerably more involved than the others).

I enjoyed each job, although my favorite was removing the dirt that surrounded the valve box because it reminded me of my favorite task in helping with the construction of my remodeled house last summer: digging 3 foot by 3 foot by 18 inch deep holes underneath the floors of my house and acting like a mole in a sense. At that time I had two trowels and a bucket to dig the dirt and hoist it up to a wheelbarrow that was situated nearby. This time I did not use a trowel, but I used a square shovel and two differently sized trenching shovels as well as my gloved hands. The reason that these two tasks were my favorite of the two jobs was that both were something that no one else would take the time to do quite as thoroughly, while I would spend a lot of time (perhaps too much) to make sure that the finished product truly impressed my overseers (then, John and the other foul-mouthed builders and their boss Chris Rhodes; this time, Mark the irrigation specialist and family friend and my dad).

I also enjoyed working with my bare hands after a while and getting a layer of mud covering them and drying into natural gloves (that couldn't protect you from anything). Overall, I enjoyed the hard labor, but two things continually called for me to end my working: my back (and the laziness that used it as an excuse to end even when it may not harm me to go on) and my deep desire to speak with my girl, especially when she texted me while my hands were covered with mud and dirt and I was unable to stop because the time of stopping seemed so close that I wanted to just push on. Now I am tired and sore, but content in the work that I accomplished for my father, and in the time I spent with Kevin afterwards. I now await my sweet for a word from her lips...