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As someone
who chops
and assembles wood products for
a living, it's nice to spend some time
at the other end of the spectrum, planting trees.
Today I pitched in with my neighbor
Kevin's landscaping
business. It's hard, herky-jerky work
heaving and setting big old root balls
with stevedore hooks, not to mention
digging the holes in rocky soil and
hauling dozens of loads of compost.
But it felt good to be outside, hands in the
dirt, earthy smells and a good dose of sunshine
before clouds and drizzle drew the curtains. It
was a short day but felt longer than the six
hours and it sort of wrecked my back and
sometimes it all feels so hopeless and bleak in
this cold-hearted capitalist system, a $534 bill
for a single filling
waiting in the mail, too broke to afford the
"luxury" of dental insurance (high premiums,
shitty coverage), too "rich" to
get assistance, stuck and fucked in the
middle. I eased my bones into a hot epsom salt
soak and plowed through In
the Penal Colony, Kafka
always good
for a laugh.
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