Good morning all. I hope you are having a fantastic week thus far. Mine has been busy but productive. Which is of course better than busy and not productive. Those are the weeks i don’t like. Where you run and run and feel like you get absolutely nothing done. This week, isn’t like that. It’s been busy but I feel like I’ve gotten a lot accomplished. Which is nice. So let’s check the first thing off of the morning’s to do list then shall we? It’s time for the writing prompt. Ready? Excellent! Let’s go.
Not my favorite. It could be interesting, but it isn’t my favorite. But who knows, maybe sometime down the line it will prove useful. At least, it got my brain moving, and that’s nice.
Wednesday, July 7th: Sweat rolled down my spine and soaked my shirt.
Sweat rolled down my spine and soaked my shirt. The sun beat down from above, feeling like a weight against my skin. I was coated in the strongest sun lock I could find ad wore the lightest weight clothes I owned, but it still felt like too much.
As I straightened and lifted my water bottle to my lips I wondered how much of a scandal I would cause if I stripped down and continued my fence repair in the nude.
‘Well not nude,’ I thought as the lukewarm water was gulped down my throat. Like me, it sat in the sun too long and while it added needed moisture to my body, it was not refreshing.
‘I’d keep the gloves and shoes on.’
I had a momentary vision of myself wearing only my heavy work boots with socks and my heavy duty gloves. A laugh gurgled through the water nearly choking me. I swallowed back the water and coughed a bit to clear my windpipe.
“Probably best not to try that,” I decided. “I’m out of sunblock.”
I used the last of my SPF on my exposed arms neck and face. I dreaded to think of the burn I would get on the parts of my body that never saw the sun should I expose them to the punishing rays. Given the current angle of the sun and my positioning, my rear end would take the brunt of it. Such a burn would no doubt prevent me from sitting down for at least a week.
“No burn blisters on the buttocks,” I decided as I went back to work. The light cotton of my clothes felt heavier than before and I nearly sighed with pleasure as a wind began to blow. While it was as warm as breath, the breeze ruffled my sodden garments causing the sweat soaked cloth to be momentarily cooling.
As I continued digging the hole for the next fence post I enjoyed the sensation, feeling better for the wind. I was almost done. Soon I could gather my tools and return to the blessed coolness of the house.
“There I can go starkers and drink ice water,” I promised myself. I just have to finish the fence. I tried not to think too much about the fence. Technically it wasn’t my responsibility. I wasn’t the one keeping livestock. That was my neighbor. However he complained that his sheep were being menaced by my dog. I tried pointing out that my dog barked at his sheep through the living room window when they were grazing in my yard, but that only provoked an argument about the types of things I planted in my flowerbeds.
The sheep who wandered into my yard stripped the flower beds to nubs and apparently were having a stomach ache because of it. After fruitless arguing, where I was accused of crimes against sheep-dom, I decided a fence was my best notion. As I drove the last fence post home, I looked up and saw several of his sheep standing in the field beyond, watching me.
Ten til Midnight 