I have been working seven days a week for so long I do not remember the last day I didn't work. Since the weather broke this spring, I have been inundated with work that has caused me to arise at dawn and collapse into bed as early as 7pm. I try to get posts out in the wee hours, while I suck down that life saving elixir, coffee, getting ready for the day to come. I've been posting less and less as a result, and I don't see an end to the load any time soon. Presently it's 11:30 pm, and I'm getting up, trying to stay up to speed on genocide of Afrikaaners in S. Africa, nanoparticles in dental anesthetics, and sifting the net for any new information I can find on human evolution, and the rest of the range of interests I try to keep up on. On top of all this I am caring for an abandoned dog and an abandoned cat every day, in two different towns. I never just post to pump one out, but wait until I feel particularly led to comment, but with less time to read up as my workload rises, my word count decreases.
As much as I wish I could post more, I love to work with my hands. When confronted with a puzzle with broken pieces, I just thrill at solving it, and breaking ground on the aquaponics greenhouse is a dream I've had for years, and I cannot regret doing what it takes to make it happen. I am working harder, longer, and doing more as the weather improves, and it's likely to continue going forward. I neglect my blog because something has to give. I pay a price for my joy in labor every day too, a thorn in my eye from the weedwhip taking out bramble, a pinch of my palm from a tool case while installing a safe, and a painful nip from a chainsaw taking down a tree fallen over, just today. All these tasks were for friends and neighbors, whom it is my passion to serve, and out of these demands I carve time to work on the site prep for the greenhouse with the humble shovel.
I feel like a one man band, but instead of musical instruments I'm wielding tools with my hands and feet, making a racket as I build the future instead of a melody.
On the plus side, I'm leaner, meaner, better looking, smarter, and have a glowing tan burned into my hide I didn't have this last winter, when I was hiding from the rain. Please accept my apology for posting less than I would like, but wish me well as I build the base component of my dream of decentralized production so I can demonstrate the truth of my contentions regarding the future of freedom in our hands. Thank you for bearing with me as I transition from dependence to independence. Thank God with me for the strength to endure the schedule the workload demands, and for the sun in a bottle, good scotch whisky that pours me into deep sleep when I get the chance.
Now it's almost 4am, and I'm just off the phone with a caregiver that's dealing with a dysfunctional family while trying to nurse a 90 year old woman back up onto her hind legs after a stroke. I had to tell her to put the ball in the court of the client's daughter, whom themselves has to sort the family's issues. Sometimes people get caught up in dramas they have no business being involved in that make their actual jobs seem impossible. When they extract themselves from that extraneous drama they can get back to what matters, and what they can do best. That's where I'm at presently, and I hope I haven't left anyone feeling they didn't get my best.
Time for more coffee.
