This weekend, we resumed our digging under the back porch. Got another Bagster and started a bit on Friday afternoon. But today, we put in some time (despite the overcast skies and a bit more rain than expected).
“Move your feet you tiny people
You’ve been hiding for so long
Behind your statues and your steeples
Does that hit too close to home?”
In the distance, I noticed the car on the other side of our parkway. I immediately thought the driver as a complete jerk, noting how close they were to the car behind them.
Liz has started working on the front door, this time doing a lot of the work in-place. Setting this guy up on some horses means that we’d actually be absent a front door for several weeks… and would need some kind of temporary door (for both weather and security protection).
“What women wander?
Not many. All. A few.”
With the space underneath the back porch in a rough state… Liz and I had a decision to make. Either leave things as-is, or do a bit of work to dig out some room… for some exterior storage.
There’s a lot of gaps in the area under our back porch. And after some deliberation, we decided to dig things out more. And to carve out some more space.
I no longer feel like I have the ability or the tools to adequately gauge my risk of contracting Covid.
“I’ve taken to leaning these past few days
A little too heavy on my walking cane
Cause I’m afraid she’s swinging my way
That wrecking ball”
Dr. Yang: Oh! I think I just saw the lights flicker!
Me: Oh, ok. Well, that’s good.
Dr. Yang: It just happened again. Did you see that?
Me: I DON’T KNOW!
“No one grumbles among the oyster clans,
And lobsters play their bone guitars all summer.”
I’d freed up a few of these guys before, but had forgotten the exact setup of how I did it. Decided to record the process here, in case I forget again. Nothing fancy, and this is not a “one amazing trick” post. Just a reminder for my future self, if this ever happens again.
I feel like I had a small stretch where I did a good job, ending the day closer to 5PM. And lately, not so much. The thing of it is… there’s no direct or overt pressure coming from work. This is all from an internal/personal source. It’s a voice that keeps saying “You haven’t done enough.” And it’s difficult to ignore.
“Old man give me endless time
Never let these ties sever
It’s breaking bottles in the yard
Never still my mind again”