I am doing something I never remember to do.
It's about 70°,slight breeze.
The east side of the garage is completely shaded right now.
I am simply sitting on my considerably sized ass, all by myself, far from any sound except one silly bird tittering... and watching the world pass by.
Sun is going down, shadows are getting comically long, it's just starting to cool too much.
I have hired two young brothers who know very little but are quick and eager to learn. Having help motivates me. We Trimmed hedges and I drove the tractor while they walked alongside and tossed rocks into the loader. We lined a ditch with said rocks, after they left I planted enough cauliflower seeds for five cauliflower in the little harbor freight greenhouse.
I can look way up on the side of the hill and see the damn open range cows are up on the north end probably tearing stuff up.
Don't care about cows right now.
So
Here's to the 96 hour work weeks having been better than the 108 hour work weeks that got me onto the back patio.
Long gone due to an early and meritorious retirement, but fondly remembered in a horrific nightmarish, it's OK I'm used to the pain, I'm addicted to this job like it's heroin, way.
The rv is a nicety, not a necessity for us.
We're happy at home.
I am happy today.
I believe contented is the goal and happy is for fools.
I'm a fool today. It happens seldom.
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