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March 20, 2005
Real work
Although I have a paying job and get a reasonable amount of exercise, I don't do much real work.
This morning was an exception. At first I was feeling lazy after lying around reading Guy Carlier's book of letters he read on France Inter during the 7-9 a couple of years ago, waiting for Nathalie to get up. When she got up and could watch out for the children I spent nearly two hours doing real work, the kind that wears out your lower back and puts grunge under your fingernails that only detergents and scrubbrushes can remove.
First I turned and weeded a bunch of earth with a pitchfork so Nathalie could plant strawberries and I could plant rhubarb. Next I put the summer tires back on her car. Very manly stuff.
It took me almost 30 minutes on the couch eating peanuts and watching Carte postale gourmande to recover.
Posted by Mark at March 20, 2005 02:06 PM