July 31, 2006

So it's a 100 degrees in the Detroit area and moms has me mow the lawn. It's kind of nice in a god-I'm-dehydrating-rapidly sort of way. As I'm mowing with a machine double the size & weight of my folk's old mower, I'm remembering the Rule of Saint Benedict and Benedict's call for physical labor. There just might be something to it. I'm also remembering the fact that the last time I mowed anything was while on an archaeological dig in Rozet, France.