So much to write about………..so little time……but, worse, the ‘so much’ is mostly politics and, judging from the lack of comments from my last post, my reading public (of which I claim only 6 members) has no interest in what I am ‘going on’ about in politics at any given time. I understand. Even I am bored of it now and then. For the first time since last September, I said, “Oh, that bloody Trump! I am so fed up with that nincompoop and his idiot minions, I just can’t listen to the news anymore. I have had it with that crap!”
I could, of course, rant on instead about BC politics (Christy Clark in one of her last efforts as the premier, just gave all her ministers and cronies a huge raise in pay!). Or, maybe, take a run at Mr. Photobomb, our peacock of a Prime Minister. Does no one else see the hypocrisy of these staged-to-look casual, natural and ‘common-man-ish’ photo-ops that so OBVIOUSLY required Just-in to go running or kayaking with a professional photographer?
But, no one cares about all that. I get that. So, instead, I will share with you our last few days……
Other than the usual trial of a town day (Monday) Sal is having a fine time. Quilting, yoga, socializing, book-club. More socializing. Gardening, gardening, gardening and even more quilting. Plus, of course, squirrels and ravens, eagles, herons, dolphins and even Orcas. It has been a pleasant week for our gal, Sal. Me? Well, I am a bit harder to please. I have been entertaining myself by re-decking a small lower-deck, planning a new fuel-shed and doing some much needed tidying up. In other words, nothing much.
I am at a smidge of loose ends these days, really. Mentally. It is not as if I do not have lots to do. In fact, I am getting a bit behind on my to-do list (like thirty pages behind!) and I have lots of interest in actually doing it. Truly. Eventually, anyway. Just, well…..not right now. I dunno….I am feeling a little lazy, I guess. Ya know?
Part of it is that I like new projects and I hate maintenance. At a certain point, all that you have done previously requires maintenance and the more you have accomplished, the more maintenance is required. There is a tipping point, a place of diminishing returns, a point of no return where you have ten hours of maintenance for every ten minutes of ‘new’ projects.
I need staff.
We HAD staff – sorta – with WOOFers but they are the original diminishing returns when measured simply by work done. What with ‘setting them up’, explaining what needed to be done, supervising and assisting on the doing of the chore and then doing the clean-up (’cause they didn’t know where everything went) plus the shopping for food, picking them up and providing accommodation and entertainment, it was a net loss proposition. That is: IF you measured only by work accomplished. 90% of the WOOFers were a lot of fun and great company – some have become friends – but WOOFers are not staff. WOOFers are guests, really.
We do not host WOOFers anymore. We may again. Someday. But not now. Not when there is work to be done. Right now I need a troupe of skilled child slave labourers (to me, everyone under 30 is a child) that do not need food or supervision.
And that is where I will leave this: there is work to be done, I do not feel like doing it and no one else is stepping up. So I am at an impasse, a loose end, a ‘weird space’…..maybe I’ll start writing another book? The nice thing about a book is that there is no maintenance.