This weekend, I worked on a fence that surrounded the garden of an older couple. My friend invited me to the job, and at the beginning it was easy. Measuring boards, popping chalk lines, and digging. But as the job progressed, the tasks got progressively harder. Boards wouldn't fit, and the bags of rocks that we had to pour around the fence seemed to gain five pounds every time we picked them up.

 The older man who had hired us to build his fence was very meticulous. If a board wasn't level, it was off with our heads. I spent quite a few hours over the span of the two days digging out rocks that I had poured with my bare hands. As you can imagine, I home sore, dirty, and with red fingertips. But then again, it was well worth a little bit of spending money and a happy couple.