There are two things in my life that make me feel like a manly man.
One is of course paying the attention and respect to a Woman that She deserves.
The other is getting covered with dirt and sweat out in my yard.
I dug up about 20 lbs. of potatoes this morning and hauled about 5 wheelbarrow loads of weeds out into the woods.
I felt rough and tough and masculine as I sauntered over to a certain neighbor's house to offer them a sack of the potatoes. I felt as if I had the equivalent of a dragon tatoo on my biceps and a fresh flat-top haircut.
Stupid, perhaps. But such is me.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Man Stuff
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As much of my family lives in farm country, I can very much relate to that visual. I believe that physical labor makes people feel alive, and connected to their physical worlds in a way that is very therapeutic.
I have always dreamed, not of owning some massive, labor-intensive farm, but at least of owning about 10 acres, with fruit trees, a huge garden, a few chickens and maybe a goat or a milk cow for homemade cheese.
Working the land? Certainly therapeutic! It would help a lot of the thousands of angry, bored, miserable, badly-parented kids in our society today, to spend some time amongst ripening corn and the lowing of cattle.
In re to your, "equivalent of a dragon tattoo", perhaps that came to your mind because you actually were draggin' potatoes! :)
JMC: Har-dee-har-har. (o:
What are you doing ecd? Oh I see, practice lugging sacks of potatoes so it will be easier lugging off the stupid ones (essentially dead weight)...got it...very smart! You know what, you shall be rewarded! A man who gets dirtied working in the garden/farm, loves to cook (the visuals are too much ecd!), you shall receive a gift for being so rare, what would you like?
Ah Empress, if I am to receive a gift of any type, it would be the news that Your headaches have all ceased, permanently.
A work in progress ecd, definitely in progress.
Well, when that day finally arrives, I shall buy a cake here on my east coast and celebrate.
The Ladies in my family line -- my Mother, my Grandmother, my Sister have long suffered such debilitating headaches and all that we can do is try to make Them comfortable and wish for the misery to pass.
Your comments reflect how kind you are, thank you for the well-wishes.
If I had a genuine wish-well, I could toss a quarter in and wish You well.
And wishing You well in my wish-well would then be a swell death-knell, even a tolling bell, for your headache hell.
A well-wisher like you, genuine as well for someone you have never met...priceless, absolutely priceless.
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