I’ve been gone from most human/VO/Social contact for a month.
In the interim, I labored.
In 112° Las Vegas heat, I loaded Uhaul pods and a 26′ truck.
In 98° Missouri heat, with 100% humidity, I did all that in reverse.
Back-breaking labor, really; boxes, tubs, furniture, refrigerators, shelving units, washer/dryer, you get the idea. Tape, hand-trucks, and rope, and a box-cutter were my friends.
THAT is how I define labor. The old-fashioned kind. Not posting on FB, not sitting in front of a computer, not even standing behind a mic. Physical work…to me THAT is labor.
I know, I know…it’s disappearing in this digital/virtual/online world…but that’s how this farm boy defines labor. It feels good to work…but in the last third of my life, I must admit, I can’t sustain it like I used to…and the lower back protests.
So maybe, I’ll find more fruitful labor in the days ahead back at blogging, voicing, posting on social media.
Just…in the last few weeks, I came to appreciate real LABOR again, and it’s to those who still labor for their bread whom I salute today.
Happy Labor Day!