Yesterday I worked tirelessly on my edging project, including returning/exchanging bags of paving sand to Home Depot because I got the wrong ones first time around. In my infinite wisdom I had decided to lay all the bricks in first (which I did early this week) to get a nice clean line just the way I wanted it. Step two, which if I am really counting is probably step four or five, was to pull them all out again to level with the sand.
I thought “no big deal”, until I could not get them to level and I could not get the curves to come out the same way I did the first time. In addition, something went awry with the slope and the more I went up and around the first curve, the more dirt I had to add back into the trench to keep each paver even with the one before. At 3:30PM I took a break to go pick up Z at school and spend some QT with her and it was probably a good thing. My frustration was at it’s peak. Mostly because I thought this whole step would take a couple of hours and I had spent my whole damn day working at it and was not even half done.
When I arrived back home I continued on for a little bit, until it started to rain. That is when I quit for the day.
So when I woke up this morning at 5:30 AM, I could not get it out of my head and was bound and determined to finish. I was outside by 7AM and the first few bricks were once again a challenge, but after that they started to get easier and easier as the slope declined. In two hours I finished the entire second half, and am much happier about the way that half turned out. I can’t quite figure out what it was yesterday that was making it so difficult but easily let that go with the success I had today. I felt so good about it being done (at least this step), that I went and did a Jazzercise class.
After Jazzercise I headed to CB to help my dad and his wife move out of their apartment and into a condo. I say “help”, but I was only there for a couple of hours and only did about two carloads of stuff. Their apartment is on the third floor and they have lived there for a very long time. Why anyone would choose to live on the third floor is beyond me, but I guess they are finally done with the steps too. I probably went up and down those steps dozens of times hauling armloads of clothes I am pretty sure they have not worn for years. It always amazes me how many things people have.
I am far from being a minimalist, but I definitely have that mindset. “Things” are a burden on a person. Upkeep and storage for things you rarely use or wear or look at is not awesome. I have a large house, but lots of space and not a lot of furniture to fill it up just because I have rooms. In the last two years, and especially with my move, I have gotten rid of a lot of things and it makes me feel lighter. So, going into the back corners of someone else’s closet and seeing what they have just kind of rubs me the wrong way. If you don’t need it, get rid of it.
Anyway, so if I consider the move and the stairs a workout, that’s about three workouts for me so far today. I think that is enough. I’m supposed to be spending some time with my new friend today and at the present moment waiting for him to text and let me know when he is finished with his trail ride. There is no way I was going to suggest accompanying him on that as I am 1.) Physically worn out 2.) Needing a few new items like gloves before I do that again and 3.) Want to practice more solo before I go with him again.
In fact, I think I am so worn out I am going to lay down for a bit. I know I will not be able to sleep, but some rest will do me good. Hopefully that will give me enough energy to get me through whatever we might decide to do this evening. I’m excited to see him again, but still being very level headed about the whole thing. I’m trying not to let the hopeless romantic in me let my imagination get carried away.
Just Keep Swinging,