The weather is getting hard to deal with. It is dark and a rain that will last at least 5 days is coming. I have to go earlier than usual to avoid it.
But the good news is that it wasn’t that windy lately so the hole is there, half covered, but I can see what a big thing it is, specially after last week’s hard work. I didn’t even notice back then, but I really did dig a lot last time. I wonder how many kilos of sand I have lifted so far.
Today I’m extremely tired. I have to say the enthusiasm is not with me. I know why I do this, but I’m not feeling it. I don’t dig too much. Just enough to feel I did my job.
A group of 5 women come to talk to me. Asking the usual: what? why? therapy? exercise? No, just digging a hole. I say this, but I don’t feel like answering. I feel bad because I am reinforcing this “women being bitches to each other”. No smiles from them or me. I am really not in the mood. Sorry world, it’s not my brightest day. One wishes me luck in the end and to that I smile back.
When I walk back, feeling I can barely drag myself out of there, I come across Voskamp. I see him walking towards me with his dogs: they have black round eyes, they seem unreal, like dead angels and beautiful. He says: I missed you! while he takes out his glove to shake my hand (We didn’t meet the last 2 or 3 weeks). Ok, I melted. I literally felt some strength come back to my body. I could walk the last meters better. I like to think that even if we don’t meet, he sees the hole, he knows that I have been there and working. He tells me the weather can only start getting better from now on.