A field of dirt. A desolate land, hated by Sol (that’s the Washingtonian god of the Sun for those uneducated out there) and abandoned by all other gods save one, the benign Agros (that’s the Washingtonian god of Wheat for those super uneducated out there). On this dirt, daring to resist Sol’s gaze, with a blessing from Agros in the form of some shielding clouds, are 3 mere mortals. Through fine dust as high as their ankles they walk in a line, each step kicking the dirt in the face of their companions. With only the tools of their trades, the anointed weapons, Excalabur, Murdanator, and Myhoe they fiercly fight. From battle to battle they move without dally. Huge clouds of dust obscure their battles and ones heart skips a beat each instant before the dust clears to reveal that again man had defeated plant, that metal had cleft root in twain. As the three went about their task of killing their foes a very strange thing happened. A few drops of water, single and scarce, fell directly from the sky onto the ground around them, as if their toil made even the god’s sweat. And this sweat did mark the end of their help from Agros, who finally fled from the power of Sol. And as the heat waves rose from the dirt, not only the road, the men finally left the field of battle, determined to return to finish their foes. But while dreaming of water and rest and shade, one man had a thought that was not normally made. The field was like him. It was vast and filled with weeds, but it could grow a useful plant too. As long as one knew their were weeds, and worked to get rid of them, the useful plant would continue to flourish. And with that thought the man discovered that weeding a field, was man’s ultimate task.
Ok, that’s sorta weird up there. But I wrote it. I also went to the dentist and finished the last of my fillings. I passed out afterwards cause I hadn’t slept. Actually I kinda slept through the dentist visit too. Still messed up sleep wise. Tomorrow there’s a boating plan maybe, and an ice cream social I’m supposed to go to. The day after that there is more weeding, in the literal sense, and an eye exam. Yay!
With regards to 8’s last post, I think at least partially it has to do with the news that she can’t visit me in a couple weeks as planned. I think it sux too, but, I don’t hate the month. 🙂