  yesterday I dug ditches all day. more like a trench, but i think a trench by definition is straightish.
maybe a moat of sorts, or a gully. probably not a drill or a trough. not sure what distinguishes a furrow from a fosse. but whatever it was it was a load of dirt. To give you an idea, this woman applied for money to rip out her sod (sorry, this is not going to be a romantic posting) and replace it with mulch and native plants of the Midwest.
Course the problem comes up of what do you consider native? Prior to Europeans, Prior to the asiatic spread, prior to Moses? but I digress. The thing looks like a waterpark. The ride you tube. (out here people talk about the sport of tubing. That's when you sit in an inner tube, rope off a six pack and float around a lake or down a river.
Never ones to miss a chance to exercise, these Midwesterners might bring along buffalo wings and a nice ranch dressing. ) All of this has been inspired by digging. and doing the digging in a land locked state with only mountain dew to sate my oceanic desires. perhaps I should reply to the email from nice old Miss Ester Buch of Malayasia. She's looking for a good christian individual to take her 8.6million dollars when she dies, so her husband's non-christian family can't get it, being that she is without child and to use that money to help with christian deeds.
Seems legit. I figure the first thing would be to hook myself up with a top of the line tube, a broad brimmed hat, two cases of canned beer and float down the Mississippi proselytizing. as for my immediate plans, i'll finish icing my back, drink my coffee and head back to the digging spot. 
