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Today I pay the piper



Why couldn't the sun have risen...later?
Every muscle ashes.
I rolled over to return to dreamland.
Oh. No. I wish the driver of the tilt train would keep his hand off of the whistle.
Ah. Well. I'd better rise to finish the job. Or try to.
Dressed. I gathered up the clothes to wash. Carried them down the steps to the laundry.
Once the washing was set I went to make a much needed coffee.
Slipping on gloves, I grabbed the handsaw on my way out the back door. I collected the rubbish bin on my way.
The parrots screeched. I had dared to disturb their morning feed. If anyone wanted to sleep in they'd be awake, now.
I had a job to do.
Anyway. I'd skipped my breakfast.
Picking up the pick I started the clean up. I kept a look out for toads. Or snakes. I cringed at the thought of either one appearing from the rubble.
My hands. And back. Complained.
Taking up the handsaw I cut the limbs into smaller pieces to fit in the bin.
I cursed. Why did I listen to Alice?
I had more work to do...now.
No more. I've had enough. They have to go.
The birds can complain all they like.
I need water. The ground is as hard as rock.
I looked. The hose too short to reach where I slaved. I didn't have the strength. Or energy. To carry buckets of water from the tank. When I need some rain its left the area.
Shoulder muscles burn from exhaustion. Tears of desperation aren't far away. Crying was out. I don't like to play the wimp role. Taking a deep breath I struggled inside for a drink. On the way inside I looked at the washing on the line. Would I have enough energy to make the bed. Or will the making have to wait until tomorrow?
Thump. Push. Groan. Remove the pick.
Thump. Push. Groan. Remove the pick.
The sweat trickled down from my forehead. I wipe my face on the sleeve of my shirt.
The bin is full. I pressed down on the parts to squish them down to make more room. I rake up the pieces to throw on top.
I'm exhausted. The heat from the sun has zapped away all my energy. My clothes are saturated and it's only nine o'clock.
I don't care if anyone sees what I have done I'll try to remove the rest. Later. Come rain. Hail. Or darkness.
I need a shower to wash away the...grime. The evidence of what I should not have attempted to do.



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