Been up four hours and haven't constructed anything of value yet and even as I begin this note the doubt, created by thousands of failures in the past, stutters around that it will not be of any value either. Reminds me somewhat of the simple act of fishing, you never know when you might catch one. And never is a word that you would use about the possibility of catching a fish if you just sat on the porch looking down at the lake. You gotta wet a line to have a chance.
Today Glenda is hoping that this might be a little work in the yard kind of day and I'm not ready for that so I'm hoping the few sprinkles we had this morning might come back as a bit of rain. I was finally able to struggle through the mowing out there yesterday. It isn't a lot to mow but it's enough for me to accept that I'm way out of 'mowing the hill' shape. It liked to killed me yesterday! Half the mowing is easy and the other is not. You just need to hold on to the handle and steer mowing down the hill but then you've got to push and pull that mother back up the hill. Whew! I really don't mow straight up and down the hill nor straight across the hill but I mow cattywompus across the hill. This changes the up and down to a little up and a little down if you know what I mean.
Now I'm going to wet a line.....sure hope my mind untangles some before I get to the dock.
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. ~John Muir
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