Well, the new haul-out is underway. That’s good. Got the first two ‘tracks’ on and secure. Two more to add. Then a work-deck to be built beside it comes next. Progress is slow. Sporadic. NOT steady. So much to do. So many things to attend to. Busy, busy, busy.
Mind you, I am reminded of my dad many years ago saying, “Well, I would like to play golf next week but on Monday, I pick up my dry cleaning and on Wednesday, I get a haircut. Thursday is shopping day and well, I am pretty beat by Friday when the cleaning lady comes so that’s out. So, I guess Tuesday is my only free day . Does that work?”
Of course, I said (to myself – at the time) that I pick up dry-cleaning, have four meetings, go to the bank, see a friend and then stop for a late 15 minute lunch before doing twice as much in the afternoon and getting back in time to clean the pool, mow the lawn and help with dinner. How could a whole day be set aside for a haircut? But I didn’t say it. I just assumed that older people slowed down.
Now I know.
They do. I am barely at glacial-speed now with global warming being what it is…..
I have been ‘good’ for only a four hour work-day for awhile now. I am busy for eight but physically ‘working’ is limited to four hours. I don’t count writing or anything that doesn’t require lifting as physical labour but even with that kind of non-physical activity, I am only good for an eight hour day and that may be dropping to seven because wine-drinking is part of the last hour.
Hard to say…rarely does a day go by without some heavy lifting or mountain climbing or hammer-drilling or something crazy. But definitely shorter times. On a horribly rainy day, I don’t work physically at all but I do sometimes nap. So, clearly my GDP is dropping. Moody’s has down-graded me to Z.
Well, according to Sal, my gross part is still strong but the domestic production is dropping, for sure.
Last night was pathetic. We had earlier put a large work bench on Sal’s boat to float into the lagoon at high tide. That’s where the haul-out is being constructed. At 6:00 pm Sal said, “Wanna go drop the bench? Or are you too tired?”
“Aaaaaah, I am too tired. Tomorrow.”
“Nah. I want it out of my boat. I’ll do it. You do the dishes.”
“You can’t lift the bench!”
“Not gonna. It’s high tide. I’ll go in, nudge up to the rocks, push the workbench out and then tie it up to a tree. Then I’ll come home to inspect a pile of clean dishes. Tomorrow we can go get it and place it where we want to on OUR WAY up the hill to fix the water system.”
I felt more tired just listening. “OK. Be careful. The rocks are slippery. Don’t worry about it being as high on the beach as possible. It’ll float. We’ll get it up the beach tomorrow.”
And so I did the dishes while Sal moved the workbench into the lagoon.
Worse, she inspected my dishes when she got back!
What is the world coming to?