99% perspiration, 1% inspiration -
of how many things can this be said?
As I dug out the last of the soil, and wheeled it in the new barrow, I was dripping. Sure sign that I’m out of practice. It felt great to have imagined a task and completed it over two days of a fine weekend. Adrenalin satisfaction.
I got the airer up too, after taking it back to B&Q to have it explained to me: I couldn’t get it to work. An excellent man Neil did the trick.
Bit of a makeshift job eh! Skirting board jammed in to keep it vertical. I now know I need a crowbar job: I met Pat, one of the neighbours while I was out looking for a heavy hammer; he told me he’d tried hammering his airer support yoke into the ground and hit hardcore. He got one of the builders to sort the problem with a crowbar. I went out looking for one thing and came home with something much more valuable- a new friend and excellent advice.
Grace helped too.
I do hope I’ve done the right thing piling all that soil up against the back wall. I’m thinking that I’ll need it for the flowerbeds I’m going to make.
While I was working and letting the mind wander around the question of how my mother is, a new thought came to me: was Jesus depressed? Did Jesus Christ suffer from depression? Strange what can happen when you are hard at work perspiring…