I've been in a funk these past few days. Maybe my sore back is getting to me. I played Atlas the other day and tried to lift a godawfully heavy automatic garage door when its cable snapped. Not only did the cable snap, but the spring snapped too, swinging like some lumbering ape just inches from my car. It sounded like a bomb had gone off when that door crashed down. I'm sure that spring would have nailed me if I'd been any where near it. So I guess I'm lucky. I tried to lift the door, as if sheer will would do it. Several times. A Mexican take-out order was waiting. I did give up. I cancelled the order (too late). I called a repairman, and $95 later my door works fine.
My back has not recovered. I think it would have if I'd just rested. But a couple days later I moved heavy bluestone to make a patio for the bench I just refinished. Ha! Got it done just before the weather turned cold.
I'm getting better at hiring people to take care of things. But it has to be something I can't do myself. I'm stubborn that way. Right now I'm stubborn about hiring someone to kill the yellow jackets nesting in my guest room wall. It's pretty easy to see where they come in.
I just wish the wood pecker I hear would eat the whole lot of them and be done with it. They've been buzzing around inside on warm days. Last week, when my brother was coming to stay overnight, I dressed up in a hazmat suit and vacuumed a couple dozen of them up so he could sleep in the room. He elected to sleep on the sofa bed in my livingroom instead. I guess one day, when it's cold, I'll climb a ladder and spray insecticide in the hole. Then my carpenter can install new siding, and next spring I can paint it.
But today, now, this is a baby time. The life I want to lead must include baby days.