I have nothing to write about. Or at least not anything very interesting or home related.
My work consumes me. I have evolved into this “thing” that is different from what I was just a while ago. My endless list of house plans and chores has been replaced by an endless list of work plans and chores for my business. Going outside feels foreign. I can feel the magic but I no longer control it, rather it approaches me as a stranger. In an effort to regain the magic I bit the bullet and ordered a brand spanking new brush cutter; should be here by Tuesday. Never underestimate the power of power tools to get a man back in touch with nature. Brush cutter in hand I will free my gum trees, hoist my bat house and blaze Autumn trails. I’ll even plant the baby pine tree the in-laws gave us. Maybe through cutting brush will I find some sort of salvation or sense in an otherwise nonsensical world. Also we’re eying honey processing equipment; our eyes still affixed on a frame or two for ourselves.
I’ve virtually given up hope that the studio shelves will ever be done or installed. Or maybe I’m just to busy to think about it ever getting done. A handful of other tasks await, but my primary focus is on my business. As a designer I am always experimenting, and I’ve found the business world to be a wonderful place to tinker as well. I learn by doing and as such am keeping myself very much occupied in mind, body and spirit. In a way it’s to the point where if I could work 24/7 I would. Not because I love work but rather I like crafting something out of nothing; by myself for the most part (not by my choice, but more a function of lack of resources). Probably I want to work that much because that is where my biggest list of stuff to do is. I know what painting I want to paint so to speak, so now I want to paint it.
Patience is not one of my virtues.
Neither is tending to anything else once my focus is fixed on getting something done.
I’m on the fence, kind of thinking I need to add another blog that talks about my business journey and check back in here when we do something to the house, or the bees or I finally get back outside to enjoy the world beyond my 4×8 cell. I don’t know…we’ll see. I think the biggest challenge is I don’t have any time to reflect on the big picture or long-term. I literally live day-to-day and my planning goes out to about next Thursday. It’s tough to think about the meaning of life when you’re not even sure why you walked into the kitchen at times. Although in my defense I found time to write three letters to my congressmen so I still keep up the good fight here and there.
I’ve got an all-consuming project coming up next week, and I’m even experimenting with hired help as part of my business plan. Suffice to say, I’ll write when I can or when something interesting happens. Maybe I’ll force myself to take an hour off and go for a walk and report back to you.
Well I think tomorrow’s plan is to figure out some sort of sand box design. We’ve got a spot scoped out and the kids aren’t getting any younger. Even if it is Fall, we still might swing a few nice days yet.
I’ll keep you posted.
P.S. I added these photos. I found the one garden pic on Houzz.com and loved it. So organized. That is what my mind is trying to achieve….you can say what you want, that’s what I need – organization and everything neat and tidy, literally and figuratively.
Another pic shows some of the carrots we’ve been harvesting. They’re so weird looking and so many of them. Like a carrot apocalypse.
Lastly, I may or may not have mentioned, we bought the last of our boxwoods. We now have something like 87 boxwood plants on the property. Many of them are the size of a grapefruit but hopefully someday before I die (or sell the house) they’ll be bush sized. Here’s hoping.