Three day weekend.
It's like a trip to the backcountry, but without the backcountry.
Strange how it is possible to experience this kind of solitude in the middle of a crowded city. I guess it just goes to show you that it's more of a state of mind than a circumstance.
Some of you may have trouble digesting that thought.
Working on the truck with no possible solution in sight, means I'm going nowhere. I can go places, but only as far as my legs are willing to peddle. In this frame of mind, that ain't far. Nope. I hate staying so idle on weekends. Especially ones like this one. Three days off in a row. By my own hand even. I took a day off from work just to go to the homestead and accomplish things. Scratch that. The truck had other plans.
But this lkind of idle is not what I had in mind. I avoid this kind of idle. I like to stay busy. i have gotten tons of chores done aroun the house. I havent been sitting on my but or anything. When i think of a new strategy to try and get that dang freeze plug out of the engine block, i give it a whirl for about 30 minutes, and then go back to laundry. Go back to filing. Go back to cleaning and cooking and juicing and organizing and all different types of Suzy-Homemaker shit. Oh yeah, and lets not forget calling friends and telling them I can't go climbing in the valley tomorrow.
Totally loving that last one.
But I the closet really did need to get reorganized. It ain't sexy weekend fun, but it was beneficial, and I have been meaning to do it for a while. And the laundry and the dishes... All those lessons I learned when I was laid up with broken neck, suddenly flooding back to me. can't go anywhere. No excuse for leaving those dishes dirty. No appointments to make, so might as well make the bed. Take some times doing it.
Laundry folded. Neatly put away. The entire house and list of things that have been put on the back burner... time to get em done. Been burning for a while back there anyway.
The solitude can feel like a waste but can also be used to recollect and redirect.
Sometimes the big projects need to be put on hold so that you can sharpen your tools. When finished, you'll be ready to accomplish those projects quickly an efficiently.
Maybe that's the better perspective to have. Its not a waste of time unless you waste it.
One more full day to go tomorrow and most of the chores are already done. Just like the the backcountry, its usually the third day when you finally get acclimated back to the pace of the world. Slowed down. Back to the natural way of things.
Good times.
"Dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of."
Benjamin Franklin
Strange how it is possible to experience this kind of solitude in the middle of a crowded city. I guess it just goes to show you that it's more of a state of mind than a circumstance.
Some of you may have trouble digesting that thought.
Working on the truck with no possible solution in sight, means I'm going nowhere. I can go places, but only as far as my legs are willing to peddle. In this frame of mind, that ain't far. Nope. I hate staying so idle on weekends. Especially ones like this one. Three days off in a row. By my own hand even. I took a day off from work just to go to the homestead and accomplish things. Scratch that. The truck had other plans.
But this lkind of idle is not what I had in mind. I avoid this kind of idle. I like to stay busy. i have gotten tons of chores done aroun the house. I havent been sitting on my but or anything. When i think of a new strategy to try and get that dang freeze plug out of the engine block, i give it a whirl for about 30 minutes, and then go back to laundry. Go back to filing. Go back to cleaning and cooking and juicing and organizing and all different types of Suzy-Homemaker shit. Oh yeah, and lets not forget calling friends and telling them I can't go climbing in the valley tomorrow.
Totally loving that last one.
But I the closet really did need to get reorganized. It ain't sexy weekend fun, but it was beneficial, and I have been meaning to do it for a while. And the laundry and the dishes... All those lessons I learned when I was laid up with broken neck, suddenly flooding back to me. can't go anywhere. No excuse for leaving those dishes dirty. No appointments to make, so might as well make the bed. Take some times doing it.
Laundry folded. Neatly put away. The entire house and list of things that have been put on the back burner... time to get em done. Been burning for a while back there anyway.
The solitude can feel like a waste but can also be used to recollect and redirect.
Sometimes the big projects need to be put on hold so that you can sharpen your tools. When finished, you'll be ready to accomplish those projects quickly an efficiently.
Maybe that's the better perspective to have. Its not a waste of time unless you waste it.
One more full day to go tomorrow and most of the chores are already done. Just like the the backcountry, its usually the third day when you finally get acclimated back to the pace of the world. Slowed down. Back to the natural way of things.
Good times.
"Dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that's the stuff life is made of."
Benjamin Franklin