The past week has been pretty quiet. For the most part, I’ve been laying low, trying to ice my elbow whenever possible and stay on the schedule of anti-inflammatories prescribed by the doctor I saw, who, incidentally, is both a chiropractor and a physician. The Australian and I have spent a few days working on […]
The past week has been pretty quiet. For the most part, I’ve been laying low, trying to ice my elbow whenever possible and stay on the schedule of anti-inflammatories prescribed by the doctor I saw, who, incidentally, is both a chiropractor and a physician.
The Australian and I have spent a few days working on Eric’s new house, which is, to put it lightly, a pretty big project. The house is about a hundred years old, and he’s on an incredibly ambitious schedule to get it ready for move-in by September 1st. We started out by taking down an upper floor with shovels and crow bars on a jobsite that would make OSHA blush. We then performed a major excavation task, cracking through a layer of tile and then digging down 25cm from the original level so as to make room for insulation and the heated floors that are popular in France. It’s hard, backbreaking work, but it doesn’t aggravate my elbow at all, and the company is good. Incidentally, I’m pretty sure this is how Manny and Ortiz train together in the Dominican in the off-season. When it’s not on the fritz, I’ll put my Ipod out with a little mini-speaker and we’ll pass the day swinging shovels in Normandy, listening to the Meters or Credence Clearwater Revival. By the end of the day, we’ll crack a few cold beers and shoot the breeze. It’s like the Woodchucks’ equivalent of re-tarring the roof at Shawshank.
Here are a few pics:
