I swear I tried to help. When I was called outside to help hold lumber that became the final garden bed and its fence, I tried to be useful. I picked out several piles of purslane weeds from around my corn, okra, and green beans. I even went in to get a hat (and a rest in the shade) and then went back at it. I hit my limit of time in the direct sun pretty early, though. That man kept working, and it was obvious how tired he was getting. Yet I was done. Used up. I didn't grab a shovel. I grabbed a swimsuit and a Sprite with a little rum in it. Does this make me a bad person? If it helps, my karma was pretty instant. I felt crappy for the rest of the day.
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