Ruach

Ruach Ch.6

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Is child labor legal in the U.S.? Because that is exactly what I am doing should be called! It’s been almost two hours and I’m just now getting the mats outside to be rinsed off. And the snide and rude comments that one of the guys has been sending my way all morning isn’t helping. He’s one of the older ones. Maybe Logan or Lucas. But which ever one he is, he defiantly has a death wish. And I am the person who is going to be so kind as to fulfill his wish. Now aren’t I just so kind!

I gasped for air as I finally dropped the last of the mats unceremoniously onto the ground next to the rest. I glared at them as I grabbed the hose. Now all I have to do is figure out how to use the darn thing. I looked at the hose for a good three minutes till I gathered up enough courage to turn the knob and get blasted with cold water right in the face. I stumbled back a few feet trying to shield my face from the oncoming water. I finally got close enough to it to shut it off.

I stood back gasping for air and spitting out water that had entered my lungs. Ok so obviously that wasn’t going to work. I looked over to where George was working on a tractor with some of the guys. No way was I going to ask for help with those morons around. I was going to fix this myself…..but first I have to figure out why it’s not working in the first place. With new determination I stepped closer and examined the evil contraption. After five minutes of staring and poking, some more staring and a little more poking I finally figured it out. The hose wasn’t screwed all the way on.

OH YEA!!!! TOTALLY FIGURED IT OUT ON MY OWN!!!!!! WHOS THE SLUT NOW GUYS!!!!!

Ok I still didn’t now the answer to that but it was fun to yell it in my head. I did a mini victory dance in my head before turning the hose back on. Thankfully this time I stayed dry…..well as dry as I could get when I’m still wet….does that even make sense?

I finally rinsed off all the yuckyness of the mats and left them to dry in the mid morning sun. Now its time for that thing that they insist upon calling a tack room but looks more like a war zone. I stared at it while I debated on a plan. An idea popped in my head. I went around to the back of the barn where I saw an old folding table. After digging it out I smiled triumphantly at my three legged table. It may not be much and it may be broken but it would do.

I set the table in the stall next to the tack room. I began shifting through piles deciding what needed to be thrown away and what was still usable. Sadly a lot of their tack had rotted away so they had to be thrown out. Then some other were just missing a few parts that could be fixed so I placed them on the table with the usable stuff. I could fix them later in my spare time.

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Its official, I am now part dust. I think I have breathed in enough dust to double my weight. Plus the fact that I’m sweating like a pig! Can pigs even sweat? Well who cares, all that matters is that if any of the great lakes go dry they can have all the sweat that has probably left my body.

The stalls had windows leading to the outside so I had a nice breeze when I was cleaning them out. The tack room doesn’t have a breeze. I peeled of my shirt thankful that I decided to wear a sports bra. I could faintly hear Jane’s voice as she hollered for the boys to come get lunch. I wistfully thought of all the yummy food but quickly shook my head. When I start something I don’t stop till I’m finish. I won’t even stop to eat. I once almost went a whole week with out eating when I had this huge history project due for school. Let’s just say that was the one time my adoptive parents actually got rid of me.