Shovelling it...

 

So, I’ve been digging up part of the backyard and laying pavers basically because Laverne, Dulcie and Ursula – my chooks – have a fondness for digging up the area directly where I walk. They’re bad buggers. Anyway, I decided to thwart them and pave the area in question hence the digging. They’ve been scratching around and clucking in derision at this because it’s their backyard and they’re the only ones who like to dig. I have explained to them the too bad, so sad principle and they need to suck it up.  

Back to digging. I am a very good digger. No really. It’s one of my major talents. I inherited it from my mother. She would look at a patch of land, a gleam in her eye, as rapid paver calculations ran through her mind and the next thing I knew I was digging along beside her. I love people who have plans – even mad crazy, back breaking plans where you question your own sanity for jumping aboard their wild scheme. I still have the family shovel. It's a beauty and must be at least 50 years old. Out of my cold, dead hands I say...  

Digging – it’s about stamina – nothing else. I think that’s why I am good at it. I have stamina to burn. And, if you’re ever imprisoned ala The Great Escape and need to dig your way out. Call me. Have shovel will travel.  

 

 

Limit me not...

So, I was talking to a friend and he was telling me of a plan he had in mind and journey he was about to undertake and all I could think was "holy crap, that's going to require max effort” and frankly I was worried about him. Why? I don’t know. He's a big boy. Others had told him he was crazy - he is generally - and that his idea to do what he was going to do was silly. It occurred to me as I was talking to him it's more that we try and impose our limitations or lack of faith or zest for life on others when we call their plans silly.

Is the plan silly? No. It’s his plan. Hell, today I bought a giant set of footprint pavers – a left and a right foot – and that wasn’t all at silly.