As I write this, I've been thinking about toasting bread or nevermind toasting it as long as the bread came from the oven from the bakeshop. I can eat them fine, I always find them tasty anyway. Not that I don't need a spread for it. A spread, Hmm a sandwich spread..wow A fresh cup of coffee from the coffeemaker..no, no, don't need a coffin maker just yet although I have managed to have carried a coffin-like shape box before, Yes, I can still remember using it as a sort of storage for stacking cash. Paper bills of different colors, and of course coins of assorted sizes. Different rectangular things and round shaped metal. I was enthralled to have been assigned to keep them beside my makeshift bed on site before. I had to count them. I had to keep them so I could pass them on for the building's hard working workers. The foreman, the carpenters, the masonry men, the steelmen, the painters, the welders, the plumbers, & the younger ones we call the labor, the help, the assistants or to for whomever does need them paper and metal things. It does feel a little strange for me to do so but it's just the way it was, my assignment before. For I was one among the staff who had to assist the architect in any way I can.
Just one of many tasks we had to keep doing while were in or at the helm of finishing a structure for the province. Well, I can almost always do feel the smell of smoke out from a burning firewood somewhere. As you get up and bathe in the open air, water from a drum, a barrell rusting green with algae of sorts, the construction helmet as that thing you use for pouring water over your head. And the ducks that kept roaming around, the chickens, the roosters with chicks , the flock of birds. That rollcall, that payroll on the end of the month, that inspiring thought of that ever exciting restless payday.
