At 10:20 pm last night, this creature came through the front door:
This is what manual labor looks like after working all day to remove burnt fencing (charred in last year’s fires).
I told EB that he looked like a miner and sent him to wash in the laundry room utility sink.(I’m not mean — I also filled a dinner plate with meat & veggies and poured him a glass of milk and a glass of water.)
He drove 90 minutes home looking like that and he plans to return on Thursday to finish the job. Tonight he hits the shower before he hits the sack; tomorrow he drives an hour in a different direction to chop and split firewood. All this for $10-15 an hour. Sometimes I wonder if he regrets dropping out of college.
Spokalulu 