Phone tag.

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I finally was able to get my mom on the phone.  I'm not sure who started it but for days now we have been playing phone tag.  She asked for a bit of advice.  I want to think on it.  I think she should continue with all she is doing, if she can.  Somethings, like water off a ducks back, especially since she isn't really involved, might be the best way, and just braving on.  I'll talk to her again soon about it.  I do have some ideas to make some parts of her job easier, though, too.  I'll be looking up something specific soon.  Besides, I know she wouldn't be happy underperforming.  While I do it, I hate it.  I am definitely her son, if broken.  Get 'er done.

I picked and shoveled a bit again today.  While my arms are a bit stiff, mostly from being jarred when the pick or shovel comes to a quick stop, it is my legs that are barking a bit.  I am surprised my midsection isn't bothering me but those muscles aren't even mildly, timidly, yipping or even letting me know they exist.  I dug another part out, perhaps 2/3rds what I did yesterday.  Then again I had three big roots to dig around then chop out.  It is an actual manhole now, big enough for a man to get down in and take it deeper.  The faucet pipe is absolutely rigid still.  I am pretty sure the hole is between two and an half and three feet deep.  Still the pipe isn't budging a bit.  I suspect by week's end, with a little help, the thing will be done, graveled, repiped, buried, and spitting out water like a spigot ought to do.

Dishes have gotten a fresh soak, the toilets have been sprayed down again, again, again, and the first load of laundry has gone into the washer while I tumble the other clothes just a bit.  I don't mind wrinkled clothes.  If women don't like them, and I've never known a woman who does, she will have to figure that out.  Should I find a woman.  If not, wrinkled is good.  I am seriously thinking about a pan of gizzards tonight.  I am loving lard hard now that I am using it more regularly.  But I may add a bit of butter to the fat this time, just out of curiosity.  Oh?  Bad for your heart?  :p

Hmm, I may try to take a quick nap though first, while everything is running and after letting the pick, shovel, and axe beat me into the ground a bit.  Yeah, that might help.  I know I won't be able to sleep otherwise.  My mom offered to call me in the morning... pick me up like a coach might to a first time marathoner.  I ought to check what I have for coffee too.  Soda just doesn't have that much zing.  A pot of coffee will see me to the event, after that I should be good.  My body will probably need a day or two off after this weekend.  Maybe more.  We will see.  I suppose I will hold off my nap until the laundry is dry, then switch things over and nap. 

All's well otherwise.  Later.