This could have been another nothing Sunday. I was all set up for just that, in fact. I slept late and then watched the race and after that the ballgame. I mean, thatís perfect, isnít it? What else do I want out of a pre-Monday? I could have picked my novel up off the end table and spent the rest of the daylight hours lost in that world. It would have been okay, not even a wasted day really.
But I got the bug yesterday and today I needed to keep the momentum going. So as soon as the game was over I turned the answering machine on and went out to the garage and fired up the lawnmower. (Actually, all it takes is a flip of the switch.) This time I cut the area next to the driveway, the part of the yard youíll see when you come to visit.
I even went up and down the center strip of the drive itself, to finish the work I started with the weed trimmer the other day. That was a waste of my trimmer line, I think, but itís a lot better now. Tomorrow when I leave, I donít expect my carís undercarriage to get brushed with, uh, brush.
Just like yesterday, I didnít last long. Iím pretty proud of how much area I did get cut back, but itís barely a dent. It was hard work, Iíll have to say that, because the grasses have grown so high. But you might not notice unless I point it out to you (which you can be sure I will do).
This project is going to be a little like the painting of the Golden Gate Bridge. It will go on forever and never be finished. I can work to my full capacity every day of the year and still have something to start on the next day. Thatís probably more a good thing than a bad thing, because Iíll never lack for motivation and Iíll never have a chance to lose momentum.
Iím just not sure Iíll be as effective on weekdays, so it might turn out to be an every-weekend project instead of an everyday one. Thatís okay, because I have the trimmer to pick up the slack during the week. Iím stoked about this.