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TGR, Gutenberg, Rubric

Manual Labor

So far this weekend I dug a hole five feet deep, tore out two walls of double thick plaster so the electrician could do wiring, tore down one fence and used pieces to fix another, moved furniture, taped for painting, painted, kept tearing out the two walls of double thick plaster, hauled .64 tons of double thick plaster to the dump, mowed the lawn, and painted some more.

In an hour it is time to take the family to dinner, then, when we return, it will be time to put the newly painted room back together, hang the artwork, and begin cleaning the basement family room so that one of our weekend houseguests to come will have a clean place to sleep.

So a story I told a guy helping dig the hole this weekend
My father was a laborer and growing up, I was often recruited to help dig, plumb, repair, rebuild, carpenter, build, etc. I couldn't help but notice that while we wore jeans and hard-toed shoes every day, the people who hired father to work all wore suits and went to offices to work. When I was about ten, a customer of my father's for whom we were building a garage smiled at me and asked, "Are you going to be a carpenter like your father when you grow up?" I looked at him squarely and answered, "No, I'm going to wear a suit."

Here are a couple more Dagisms that have made their way into his library of
She wore a deep V-neck sweater that exposed about 30 not-so-square inches of flawless flesh to the daylight.

I like butter. Not margarine. I'm Swedish after all.

Well, I'd better check to see if the paint is dry.

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