I just came in from doing basic outside yard work; that’s the kind I like best. I’m not a gardener-type, although I truly appreciate them. I’m more the hike up your pants, get your hair under your hat and dig into crud kind of worker.
I was only out for about 75 minutes, but I am mindful of what my mother so often said when she started getting up in years: I quit before I get real tired; I don’t push myself. I imagine that’s the way to do it. But it’s hard for me in two ways. First, I have a difficult time getting started; and second, once I am going, I tend to be a marathoner. Push, sweat, push, sweat, goal . . . goal . . . goal. So, I am working on getting up initiative, encouraging myself with the idea of progress. Kind of Panama Canal type digging.
I don’t think it will be so hard to keep myself from overdoing. Yes, it’s sad not to be able to go a little farther than you feel like going, but I don’t find the vision of myself stretched out with a stroke enchanting. AmeliaJake – not able to talk???? ACK!!!
And, if anyone is wondering, while I was working outside, I was listening to Say, Has Anyone Seen My Sweet Gypsy Rose? on my ipod. You know, I think we need a burlesque-sque little red-headed friend to entertain at The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. Guess I’ll post an ad.