You know.
You want to do something but you gotta do something else first to make it easier.
All I wanted to do was hang up the laundry for my wife. It was a sunny, breezy day; perfect for drying things outside. The clothesline is in the backyard. The backyard is where the dogs do their business. For some reason they particularly enjoy going under the clothesline.
My kids are supposed to be cleaning up the yard once a week but it’s a chore that seems to have fallen out of fashion and with so many other activities going on, it’s hard to enforce. I usually remember it needs to be done after I step in something. At that point, it’s no laughing matter.
I decided to do it myself and then show them the severity of the issue. The complicating factor of fallen leaves meant that if I only picked up what I saw, I would miss more than half the problem. I started by picking up everything I could see and then would blow the leaves out of the yard and pick up the rest.
With the first round complete, I got the leaf blower from the garage, and started making things happen. I topped the tank off with 2-cycle fuel prior to starting but a few minutes into the task the blower lost power and shut off. I had been using a variety of partial fuel cans (pre-mixed cans from the store that are sold with stabilizer and no ethanol) given to me by a friend, I guess some of it wasn’t good anymore. I put the machine back in the garage and obtained a rake.
A task that would’ve taken 30 minutes had now been extended to an hour or more. I’d already stepped in a few piles which put my mood in a downward trajectory, so when the blower failed I was angry. I channeled my anger into raking harder and faster but there was quite a lot to move.
I usually don’t bother raking until later because the oak takes so long to shed its last and it seems pointless to rake repeatedly. With the raking done, it was time to do another round of pick-up.
Then I had to change shoes, wash up, and hours later, finally hang the laundry.
A simple task, for sure. Often we don’t take into account everything that leads up to our goal. Just a few minutes of planning can help see if a task is something we want to take on right now or save for a more prepared time.
Making the small efforts now will help streamline the big tasks later.
-Drew Out.
Drew founded Mental Grenade Jan 2020. He is a follower of Jesus Christ, a medically retired Marine, EOD Tech, husband, father, writer, mountain biker, photographer, facilitator, and fly-fisherman. He seeks to bridge the civilian – military divide and bring hope through honest communication about difficult issues.
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Mimi Routh
January 31, 2023 13:20Oh, Drew, what a lovely post! Especially because you’re helping the wife, but also because guy stuff is involved (the motor, the special fuel). But I need to get dressed and make coffee before I write about all the things that need to be done before other things. I’ll be right back! . . . So the other day, hit with $1300 in unforeseen debt, I headed out to a “we buy gold and silver” shop in the big city. I’m not really used to my Ford Fiesta, being elderly, freeways, or iRene iPhone (my first mobile phone) or navigating anywhere. Finally I can go the 15 miles to the VA medical center without wrong turns. So I set out to get the big bucks. And missed the turn! I was lost and confused and needed to pee. I had thought of the country as wild, strange, evil. But no; it was a nice neighborhood where nice people chose to live happily. I found a beautiful market. I asked iRene again for the silver-buying shop. She said it was closed. Okay. I drove home. Now I’ve suffered a housing inspection. HUD housing is worse than the USAF. The ex-USAF housing manager said, “Thank you for asking us in!” and so fast I snapped back, “Oh, did i?” But they want boxes removed, and today I need to change sheets, vacuum and put away laundry. If I improve things here, my mind will rest better. Then I can go to storage up the street. And then I can polish the silver. Additional research shows my family’s sterling flatware — so pretty in my memories on a festive table with family passing the pretty little serving bowls of cranberry sauce and celery sticks — that silver weighs over 6 pounds! If the dealer offers me $1,200, I will hold back. It’s worth two grand. I can wait. I have smaller things for him. The bills will get paid. And now I’ve studied how to stay out of the I-5 lanes but get over for the Fifth Street lane. Oh boy! I kept an appointment with Cardiology yesterday. They want to get me horizontal to re-start the heart. Pacemaker fine, heart needs adjustment. OK. How lucky I am to live in this time and have someone helping me after evil people subjected me to outrageous noise day and night for two years with no relief, no legal help, nothing. . . . I sat in the medical center lobby watching people. I began to chat with a Vietnam vet about housing issues, paying bills, getting help. I am old enough to be his mother! A lifetime ago I was married to a Vietnam veteran six years younger than I! This man is 68 with medical issues from chemical exposure and sky-high rent in Rancho Cordova. And I think we were terribly happy just to chat with a live friendly person. I hope the Patient Advocate will help him bigtime. As my mom used to say, “All in good time.”
Drew
January 31, 2023 13:55Thanks again for reading and replying Mimi, it always makes my day. Things are always more connected than we acknowledge. What I see affects how I feel, which in turn affects how much I get done in a day. What I eat changes how I feel. The more I do, the more I get done. It’s like exercise… the more effort you put into it, the more energy you have later. I hope that all works out for you.