Apr 18, 2005



The muscles in my jaw are knotted up tight from pen-chewing my way through a Latin exam. And I'm still two pages short on that paper, with another one quick coming down. Expletive deleted, I say.

Well. 'M looking forward to a farmer's tan, this summer, to working without a hat to let my face go brown and my hair bleach to the sun in streaks. My hands will go rough, again, go back to calluses gripping the weed whacker all day until I can feel the engine running in the tremors in my hands.

I'm looking forward to building a fence in the front yard and pruning the trees in the back. I like pruning trees, with the sharp blades slicing softly through the green wood, working slow and easy standing back to look at the shape and the directions of next year's growth.