Thursday, February 24, 2011
A Big Pile of Rocks
I have ideas - grand ideas. But they involve hauling rocks and digging and shoveling and even before that, raking and designing. We have the perfect weather in which to do this kind of work - warm, not too sunny and hot, no bugs out yet, pollen not bad. And hauling rocks and digging is always therapeutic.
But the work will be hard.
So I'm in a fence-sitting place. I can imagine the good result but I can see the current disarray. And I have been around the block before, meaning that I know my plans will not take into account unforeseen but inevitable glitches/problems and that it will all take much longer and be more complicated than I think.
Unless it turns out to be a piece of cake.
Do you recognize this activity? It's called "dithering." Which reminds me of English novels. Which reminds me that I just started "Damsel in Distress," one of those delightful comedies by Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse.....
I'll go get my rake.