I've told you about the Belmont Goats, the urban herd here in S.E. Portland that's soon to move to Lents, farther out in S.E. The goats' owners and a bunch of volunteers have been installing chain-link fence around a Tetris piece-shaped lot on S.E. 91st, about half a block north of Foster. Today I finally got motivated to join them. Might be my first time I've helped in any way with putting up a fence. And it feels good that I helped.
The blood happened because I pricked a finger on a small staple, the kind you use to attach papers or to close a bag. No need for a tetanus shot! The tears were due to sun block getting into my right eye; I took a break to try and wash out my eye, got wet from splashing water on my face, and finally just went to a nearby bar and got an RC so I could be a customer and use the bathroom to get actually cleaned up. (Thing I said soon after while I waited for my eye to stop hurting: "Is there any more of this job I can do with my eyes closed?" Because I could and did do part of the job blind!)
Even without doing the most strenuous work -- and taking breaks because not only did I go to that bar bathroom, but also twice drove people to stores to pick up last-minute necessities -- I was flipping exhausted afterward. (That really should mean "too tired to flip.") I don't want to imagine how tired the owners and other volunteers, who've been doing this on and off for a couple of weeks, feel. I salute them. Now I'm showered, on bed (not yet in it, but soon...soon). Should sleep well tonight.
I am glad I got to be helpful, in a way that will benefit goats later.