See, a pop goes "Pop!" but a snap's a "Snap!"

I'm sitting at my house watching (via ESPN gamecast) Manny Parra pitch ball after ball to the Cubs, and I figure it's a good time to write something.

I am exhausted because I have spent the past two days shoveling heavy, wet dirt and gravel at the Golf Course. As if the simple act of shoveling isn't tiring enough, I have to shovel the stuff out of a deep, narrow trench filled with mud and roots, using a very narrow shovel that doesn't hold anything. Then throw in the fact that I am doing this in the middle of the fairway, so I am constantly getting bombarded by golf balls (although with our crowd of golfers, the fairway is often the safest place), and you've got one high-stress, high-impact, high-intensity working environment. At least we get to see an occasional hilarious shot. Today a guy hit one onto Calumet Street and almost hit a truck before it bounced on to someone's porch. Another guy lined one right into a bench off the tee and the ball shot straight up incredibly high. We all covered our heads and ran for the nearest cover, since the sunlight made it impossible to see where the thing went. As it turned out, it barely made it up to the fairway, so we were pretty safe.

Just over 2 weeks until my lease starts in Madison. I can't wait to go back down there. It's nice getting a paycheck, but I miss college so much. I am going down to move most of my stuff in on the 15th, but then coming back the next week to finish working. It would be nice if I could stay in Madison and enjoy the summer, but at least I'll make a little more money.