The hauling is done. After a long weekend of work, I’m back to work today.
This past weekend I painted a house, took down an eaves trough (putting it up again is a project for another day), cleared firewood, cleared brush, and replaced various parts and pieces from around the house. All-in-all, I was at work about 80 hours of the last 120.
Surprisingly though, I don’t feel like I’ve been working like crazy – I feel sore and deadly tired, but I don’t feel like I’ve been working like crazy. I actually feel like I just had a fantastic vacation. Sure, I spent the last 5 days working in stinking hot weather, covered in sweat, paint, sawdust and pine beetles – but on the other hand, I spent the last 5 days out in the sun, getting some exercise, drinking beer, and hanging with friends and family that I don’t normally get to see. I even met my neighbor from across the street for the very first time in the 12 years that he has been living there. He came over on the last night to help rake pine needles.
I remember I read an article in a magazine a long time ago about a corporate guy that spent $3000 on a vacation to Japan. When he got to Japan, he was driven out into the middle of nowhere where he dug fence posts for a week and ate traditional peasant food and slept on a rattan mat on the floor. Back then, I thought this guy was crazy. After this weekend, I can understand where he was coming from. Hard work and sunshine is a refreshing change from typing in a cubicle farm with fluorescent lights and recycled air.