Working Class Chumps

We have been working all summer, with no real breaks. Unless you count those hours after dinner when we have no gigs to go to and we fall asleep on the couch. We're both sore on those mornings after a particularly busy day outside, cutting trees, chopping branches, stacking wood, staining the barn, weeding the gardens, mowing the fields. I went swimming once this summer, in my auntie's pool.

Every little party we've attended, we've also brought music equipment for jamming - more lifting. In fact, we've been hauling a lot of equipment around all summer. He plays bass and keyboards and percussion, I play bass and guitar.. there is cross over between the gear.. So we've been hauling equipment in and out of the vehicle, in and out of the clubs, in and out of the house.. into fields, under tents, over bridges and around corners to Grandma's house.. Lift up, bend down, pull, push, nudge, scoot, shift, open, close, plug, zip, roll, pack, tuck.. almost sounds dirty. He he.

No wonder we fall asleep on the couch after a meal.