Told Ya, Day Two"

I don't feel that good this evening, but I think it's just age.  My Dad stopped farming when he was 57, and while I suppose I could  have just asked him, I could never figure out why.  He was quite good at it, and he seemed to be still enjoying it.  I suspect I know now.  The work was just getting too hard.  I'm finding it more and more painful to bend, squat, kneel, lift, and all those other things associated with outdoor work, and/or construction type stuff.

Including picking up lumber, I spent about 6 hours on Colbs project today , and while I was reasonably satisfied with what I got done, I'm not satisfied with how much my body hurts now.  I know one of my biggest problems, one I suspect my Dad shared, was an unwillingness to do things the easy way.  If there's some way I can stand that wall up by myself I would rather do that then wait for help!  I can't see that attitude changing in the near future, so I think I'm gonna just have to monitor my time spent on physical stuff.

But I 'told ya' I was gonna work on it and here's the proof!

I also "told ya" that we had an unusual house guest and here's that pictorial evidence. She comes in quite regularly now.  Believe it or not all I have to do is open the door and she waddles on in.  Roo and I are both in awe!

I also walked/jogged the block today, and I think I even overdid it there.  Tomorrow, I either ride, or walk or rest.  We'll see how I feel in the morning.

And now I'm getting frustrated with our crappy intent, and my crappy computer so no quote today.  Talk to you tomorrow.

Love
Peter