Well, I decided a few weeks ago to take on what in my mind was a small project. A patio. I knew there would be a little digging, and after being fairly fit for most of my life, I felt that it would be a pretty good way to gauge my my vitality at almost sixty-three. In my mind, I figured maybe three weeks, start to completion, and if I could time travel, and go back to yesterday, and if I was finished, I would have made it. The main difference between what is in my mind, and what is reality, is that I never get blisters, or suffer back problems, have a heat stroke, impale my leg, or get attacked by bees in my mind. That is what reality is for.

It is possible that I have spent so much time video gaming that my actual reality has become altered somewhat. 

So, I’m three weeks into this small project, and all I have to show for it are hands that hurt so bad that I can’t make a fist, an injured knee, back problems, and a huge pile of dirt that I’m going to need to move again as soon as this project is a little farther along.

And it looks like I’m building a root cellar, mainly because when you live on a hill, and you want a patio that is flat and level… you got to do some digging.

The good news is that the digging is finished. The bad news is that digging was the easy part. As you should have deduced from the title, I am an optimist at heart in assuming that there will be a part two, so see you soon… I hope.

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