I am on my way to Bend on the shuttle bus.
It is a convenient way to get across the Cascades. Especially, because I no longer have a car in Oregon.
Sitting in the bus gives me time to do things -- other than concentrating on driving. For some reason, I started thinking about doing the yard chores around the house during the past two days in Salem.
It certainly cut into my socializing time. But I thoroughly enjoyed it. There is something about taking on Mother Nature with your bare hands -- and a few handy tools.
I am not certain what need it meets. But I always enjoyed spending time in the yard tidying up when I lived in the Salem house.
I definitely do not qualify for either anal retentive or obsessive compulsive awards. Professor Jiggs cured me of those tendencies. There is something about a giant shedding golden retriever that puts you face to face with the absurdities of home hygiene.
Maybe yard work is a substitute for battle. I am well past the age of strapping on an airplane and meeting the enemy in noble combat. Tearing into the Boston Ivy is a substitute for downing Soviet fighters.
Whatever it is, I felt downright presidential while clearing the brush on what passes for a ranch in the prissy city limits of Salem.
It almost made up for the lunches and dinners I should have been sharing with friends.
It is a convenient way to get across the Cascades. Especially, because I no longer have a car in Oregon.
Sitting in the bus gives me time to do things -- other than concentrating on driving. For some reason, I started thinking about doing the yard chores around the house during the past two days in Salem.
It certainly cut into my socializing time. But I thoroughly enjoyed it. There is something about taking on Mother Nature with your bare hands -- and a few handy tools.
I am not certain what need it meets. But I always enjoyed spending time in the yard tidying up when I lived in the Salem house.
I definitely do not qualify for either anal retentive or obsessive compulsive awards. Professor Jiggs cured me of those tendencies. There is something about a giant shedding golden retriever that puts you face to face with the absurdities of home hygiene.
Maybe yard work is a substitute for battle. I am well past the age of strapping on an airplane and meeting the enemy in noble combat. Tearing into the Boston Ivy is a substitute for downing Soviet fighters.
Whatever it is, I felt downright presidential while clearing the brush on what passes for a ranch in the prissy city limits of Salem.
It almost made up for the lunches and dinners I should have been sharing with friends.
6 comments:
Yard work is good for the soul!
I agree that pets keep the OCD at bay. Do 3 cats equal a golden retriever?
That may be it. To ask the question is to Zen an answer.
Well, Professor Jiggs thought three cats were a sufficient appetizer for dinner.
"Maybe yard work is a substitute for battle. I am well past the age of strapping on an airplane and meeting the enemy in noble combat. Tearing into the Boston Ivy is a substitute for downing Soviet fighters."
Welcome to the world of Second Hand Lions.
Clearing brush and managing trees is our lot these days.
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