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The Sound of Progress...
Jun. 7th, 2007 04:41 pm...is remarkably similar to the Sound of Destruction. Every time there's a crash from the hayloft, Mom smiles and says, "Sounds like progress!"
We're tearing down the old barn. I am assistant crowbar handler. I'm in charge of pulling nails out of the boards that are coming down. It was assumed I wouldn't get hurt too badly* doing that. My glasses are still away for repairs so I have to feel down the board to find the nails. It makes me wonder when the last time I actually had a tetanus shot was... Hm.
My severe near-sightedness also makes it hard to tell the time. This morning, my Dad found me on tip-toe, squinting furiously at the wall clock. We stood there together for a moment. "8:15," he finally said, taking pity on me.
I went to Dairy Queen with Pat and he had to read the menu to me. I ended up pointing at the picture. "One of those!" It's like being a toddler again. I can't read or tell time or recognize people until they get close.
Please, oh pleassssse let my glasses be back tomorrow!
*Hah!
We're tearing down the old barn. I am assistant crowbar handler. I'm in charge of pulling nails out of the boards that are coming down. It was assumed I wouldn't get hurt too badly* doing that. My glasses are still away for repairs so I have to feel down the board to find the nails. It makes me wonder when the last time I actually had a tetanus shot was... Hm.
My severe near-sightedness also makes it hard to tell the time. This morning, my Dad found me on tip-toe, squinting furiously at the wall clock. We stood there together for a moment. "8:15," he finally said, taking pity on me.
I went to Dairy Queen with Pat and he had to read the menu to me. I ended up pointing at the picture. "One of those!" It's like being a toddler again. I can't read or tell time or recognize people until they get close.
Please, oh pleassssse let my glasses be back tomorrow!
*Hah!
