Deb had herself a soupy commute this morning. I began my Tuesday admiring the fog from my perch at the picnic table, then decided to saddle up the Ranger and venture beyond the homestead.
The Buggy ran fine, by the way — no flickering gauges, no sudden engine shutdowns. Last week’s repair apparently “took.”
I had no destination in mind, no purpose other than to notice. Just a run down The Mountain to the end of our road and back up to the southwest corner of our 20-acre slice of heaven.
I needed that.
Chores were calling. Work in the cabin beckoned. But the most important thing for me to do after dawn this morning was, simply, to be here.
Then I got down to a little necessary business.
That (pictured) is the result of “clearing the decks.” The space that’ll become our bath-and-laundry room is now ready to serve as a workspace for building and standing its stud walls.
The task wasn’t quick and it wasn’t easy. Over the years I’ve learned how to do stuff like this alone, without help — deliberate moves, calculated carefully, exploiting leverage.
And that’s how a 67-year-old moved one small chest freezer, a full-sized fridge and a massive washer-dryer stack. (Among other heavy, ungainly things.)
Each of us is capable of more than we imagine. Will finds a way.
I took another step forward. That’s the name of this game.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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