With no apologies to the evil empire, Just Do It. That is the mantra on the farm. I’m very much a green city slicker, was pampered with disposable income for two plus decades. Anytime there was a repair or remodel or any type of “handy work” necessary I’d phone it in.
Now that I’m poor but happy that doesn’t fly anymore. Something breaks I better darn well figure it out or it stays broken. In the last couple of days I’ve learned how to use a Saws All, run electric and gas, and take down a huge limb that was overhanging the power line to the house. (Got to give a big thanks to my new buddy Jeff, a Man among men, for the assist. Interesting fellow, four varsity letters and a couple of rings under Tom Osborne. Not many can say that.)
Still not my forte but diving in with a new found determination. I’ve still got to get electricity to the new panel in the barn and get the well up and running to it too. Nice to have dedicated services to the huge structure but its up to me. Got a good tip from my old buddy Bill, “just get in there and do it, you’ll figure it out.”
And while things are getting done I am getting knocked around a bit. Bruises on the forearms and legs, scratches and minor cuts abounding. My hands looking more and more like my dad’s.
Linda is busy too. Still doing the light landscaping, the property looks better each day. She put up zucchini and apples yesterday. Our intent is to fill the horizontal freezer before the first frost. Self sustainability as much as possible. Man have priorities changed for both of us.
Jed the Wonder Dog led me on a chase yesterday. Some wind sprints to start my morning. I finally found him in a neighbor’s yard, fifteen feet off the ground, up a tree, chasing a squirrel. Coaxed down and re-collared, never a dull moment with the big guy. And it is getting my 200 meter time down to respectable digits.
Another couple of weeks and I hope to resume Real training. But for now, Chores call from every corner.
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