I accomplished both more and less than I had planned for the day. I wound up doing a great deal more raking than I had planned, and a good bit less planting than I had envisioned. There are only so many hours in a day, and only so much energy with which to complete tasks.
During the days of my youth, an old lady told me, "You can work hard or you can work smart. Pick one while you are young enough to decide. In my case, I got too soon old and too late smart."
Though I am not yet quite as old as she was then, I am old enough to understand what she was telling me. But, I, too, am too soon old.
In my head, I heard the "quitting whistle" blow at 3:20. It may only have been the screaming of the joints and muscles, but I took it to mean it was time to knock off for the day. When yet a young man I worked in a factory where our quitting time was 3:30; but we were allowed to wash up on company time, so most of the guys headed to the washroom at 3:20. Those who didn't? They were on piece-work, turning out product by the job, by the job, by the job. Hourly employees could not have cared less.
So then, the pay-day here is no more than the satisfaction of accomplishment. But that is a pretty good paycheck for a fellow of my advanced years!
This is not an April Fool's joke; I really did work four or five hours yesterday.
A follow-up to the rant about video review of game calls appears over on Bob Warr.
9 comments:
Hoping you are not stiff and sore!
Spring is quite advanced for you as compared to up here. While I can now see lots of grass, it is mostly brown.
Vee, by bedtime last night, not only did the places that normally hurt hurt, I hurt in places I didn't know I had. But a good night's rest, and I was ready to jump on the bike and head to town!
Chuck, two degrees, 35 minutes of latitude will make such a difference. (Our grass hasn't greened up a lot yet, either.)
Raking is back breaking but then you have that cute little red riding thingy...
Grace, JoAnn reluctantly consented to my use of "her" tractor.
ooooh, I'm guessing you were feeling your muscles the next day. That first outing in Spring is always one of "too much." I'm guilty of that as well.
Lin, ooooh, good guess. Coulda been a lot worse, though. :-)
You look right at home on the red tractor- although it's small for you.
Sharkey, BBBH will tell you that it is "her" tractor and I only use it by special dispensation. (But guess who maintains it.)
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