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Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Joy of Yardwaste...

Two days of warm, sunny spring weather allowed me the opportunity to get outside and tidy up part of the garden and do some yardwork. I just realized that the four and a half hours outside yielded four and a half bags of pinecones, weeds and whatnots. It was great to be outside in the fresh air...  with the broom and rake and my trusty, but terribly bent up, worn out old weed-stick... to be playing in the dirt again. The bonus on both days was that I was afforded the simple pleasure of sitting down afterwards to enjoy just being in the warmth of the sun.  As I sit here typing this in the kitchen now, feeling slightly chilled, I can honestly say.... twas definitely warmer than in the house.

Funny thing about just sitting down to enjoy the sun...  After working in the same office for so very many years, but not really socializing with anyone from work, even though I'd known them for years, one summer I was invited with my colleague to a BBQ at the boss' place. We went out to the house, sat down on the patio outside, the sun still shining ...  there was music playing, smoking, drinking, talking, and relaxing.  It was times like those that cemented the fact that I had very little in common with most of the people in my life... my life being my job.  I had things to do. I think I lasted a half hour, maybe  a whole hour...of not smoking, not drinking, not talking much, and not relaxing. Anyways... one of the boss' friends had to leave so I caught a ride back into town with him.  What did I do? I went back to the office to get some more work done. That was who I was. It was only after that life ended and I leapt into a realm of total uncertainty and financial worries of my own business that I actually took the time to enjoy the simple things, like sitting down and feeling the warmth of the sun, having conversations with people, allowing myself to be me. At that point, I had only one extra-large worry as opposed to several small and medium ones on a daily basis...  and that to me was a good trade-off.

I actually accomplished something today... I actually have something to show for what I did. Even if it is just four and a half bags of yard-waste. It's still something.  And... bonus... this time I didn't accidentally pick up any dog poop mistaking it for pinecones.


Southern Class said...

",,,,I didn't accidentally pick up any dog poop mistaking it for pinecones." Shows the genuineness of your post for sure. Anyone who hasn't experienced something similar has not lived. LOL

Spockgirl said...

Hahaha. I've done it a couple times over the years. The danger of not having a fence around the yard... other people's dog poop and litter.