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I chose to just work myself tired today outside digging down my yard.  Literally.  I am very grateful I have as big a yard as I do, but I miss the 7 1/2 acres I managed to ‘buy’ for a few years when I first moved down here.  Eventually I had to let it go.  I could no longer afford a $1,200 monthly payment.  Fortunately, that ‘crash’ in my life happened 8 months after my youngest had left home for the Air Force.

So, I decided to change the slope of the property away from the house rather than toward it.  My big piles of dirt I shoveled today will end up in adobe blocks.  Meanwhile, it was overcast and threatening rain – a big “No! No!” for making mud bricks.  I just didn’t want to think or feel today, so shovel in hand I plowed through the earth like a big above ground mole.

Sometimes I DO wish I knew what the point is to all the writing I do over here.  But, I don’t.  I just do it.  I TRY to be constructive whether its writing or digging, but the truth is my life is pretty simple these days.  Mental-emotional ‘disabilities’ do that to a person sometimes.  If I think of something even a wee bit profound to say, I’ll be back here.  Meanwhile, I’m going back to watch some more of this ‘take-me-away-to-Australia’ ranch (station they call it) Netflix streamed TV series.

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