I am sitting at my computer typing as that is the only part of my body that can move.  My wife and I just spent all day gardening at a property that we own that we suspect the tenants lived an alternate lifestyle of never going into the garden.

This was the second day in a row (last night I went to be at 9.00 pm and slept for 11 hours  without stirring before getting up today and going back to the property).

We had a good day.  It was worthwhile work and was fulfilling.

At one stage (it was 27 degrees so it was warm) we were ready to chuck it in but decided to attack a Triffid that had grown in the front yard which had a root base the size of Tasmanian.  After about 2 hours we had dug it out;  the trailer looked like a teetering tower of sticks and my arms looked like they had hung out the phone box in the horror scene from Alfred Hitchcocks ‘The Birds’ (Sorry if you don’t get this reference, but it was a horror movie that scared us all in the 70’s or was it the 60’s) (Sorry, but I also have to mention last night I told a joke to my 21 year old daughter about two eskimos who were in their kayak and were cold so they lit a fire – the fire of course burnt their kayak and they drowned – I said the moral of the story was “That you can’t have you kayak and heat it too” – she didn’t get it, and I felt old…..)

So, today we did some worthwhile work that was fulfilling.  I think the main thing was that we weren’t sitting at a desk doing things that didn’t seem important or that didn’t get dirt under your fingernails (Of course all the dirt is gone now as I just stood under the shower for about an hour – no doubt this waste of water created the extinction of a rare North Siberian amoeba….. but I really needed it!).

For the first time in a long time we are having take away pizza for tea, because someone else makes it, cuts it up and brings it to your door – which is about all we can managed at the moment.  I am sure the person making the pizza doesn’t think their job is worthwhile, but to me, tonight it was.

The is no profound lesson in today, other than working hard….. somehow…… just feels good.

I would usually link this to my other posts about how I see the world, but, really, I just can’t mange it I am so tired.

I think worthwhile and fulfilling hard work makes me a better man.