Trying to land neatly laid soccer skills from a foot to a brick halfway across the yard. Things are neater when you are pushing the cutest blue eyed princess Bella
around in a laundry basket as she tries to remind herself to breath. From late night hangman games with your nephews, to early morning car rides through the black friday shoppers of another planet. You find yourself standing at the entrance to the Burkholders dwelling around 6 25 am on the blackest of fridays. Fire proof suits and steel toed boots intact, we make our way half way across the city to rent a ground hog, or at least the worst looking monstrosity of metal you have ever seen. 2 young lads meet us, oh so happily as we enter the newly unlocked door. The crippled lad, yes he is crippled and he works at a heavy machinery rental store....hmmmmm weird, stands behind the counter with gold mines of sleep in his eyes, or are those tears from the immense pain of finding himself awake at this hour. The other gentle man like figure points to about 80 pieces of metal rental objects and says 'i will be with you after I haul all of that outside', half drunk, or hungover, or both he lazily walks from one side of the store to the other. As we walk outside to gaze on the remnants of the machine we will cut through the earth with I smile as the machine troubles itself awake. Kyle cleverly tells our friend "let me go get the truck, you are really going to like it" I laugh as Kyle nears with the aforementioned motorized vehicle. The drunk dwelling individual disgusting-ly reminds us that this heavy piece of machinery is not going to fit in a
suzuki aerio the size of a match box car I made in 3rd grade for a wooden car show. By the way Kyle did you run over a squeaky toy or is that the sound of the engine begging us to not lift a 350 pound ground hog into the bed of this neat truck. The tailgate or back hatch at half mass, two pieces of twine, yes twine people, in place and a big red head holding the medal beast with both hands we dance our way down the highway back to the humble abode. I learned a valuable lesson about the term "heavy machinery", with an hour of intimate interaction with the ground hog, I found man hood, a line of callouses on my left hand, and a 81 foot trench to lay a new plumbing line.
A cup of coffee is not just a cup of coffee if you find your payment in the form of brown coffee co. An artist named Aaron intricately roasts a chemex
for one of the greatest cups of coffee I will ever taste. For a moment I was thankful, for three friends a table of brilliant coffee and a long morning of work. Snapshots of life from green eyes.
