Oh to learn to be so aware of the Cosmos trying to tell us something in the midst of our frustrating task or tasks that aren't going well. I get the process but way far from the point of like you taking several "stops" of effed up attempts before the eyes and brain realize and "A HA!"...sigh...we humans...not learning fast enough it seem…
Oh to learn to be so aware of the Cosmos trying to tell us something in the midst of our frustrating task or tasks that aren't going well. I get the process but way far from the point of like you taking several "stops" of effed up attempts before the eyes and brain realize and "A HA!"...sigh...we humans...not learning fast enough it seems. But maybe that's the process it's supposed to be...learning, remembering and growing. Just too impatient for my own good it seems. Thanks for your enlightening story Chaskazorro. I must remember that lesson...
It really was a gradual experience, something that I wasn’t immediately aware of. I was really wrapped up in doing the task. Only when I became fully present in the moment, noticing all my surroundings that the awareness came. You have reminded me to hold onto this experience and lesson moving forward, thank you for your thoughtful message!
I have spent 5 to 7 hours every day out in the back yard, de-graveling. Previous owner spread several different type of gravel all over the back yard, been there over 20 years now and are al mixed together and I vowed to remove every single rock from the back yard to make room for a garden, some berry bushes and probably a couple fruit trees. But FIRST, it all has to be cleared. The worst part is having to take many breaks because my lungs and heart are crap and I end up out of breath and my pulse pounding in my temples, .. or, because my left hip is absolutely killing me with that grindy nerve feeling. But as soon as I sit, my hip hurts a LOT more, then it fades a little, then starts hammering on me again even while sitting. Gonna hurt either way, then I might as well get my ass back to work.
I made good progress today with a small gravel pile, ... that was about 20 feet long and mixed with a lot of dirt. I got the rocks raked out of the dirt, shoveled into the barrow and dumped into a central unsorted pile, barrow load after barrow load. Then cleaned up the loose dirt and added it to the unsifted dirt pile, grabbed the rake and started making a new pile of rocks and dirt and hauled a few more barrow loads to the main pile. I wish I was using a chainsaw, ... because my shovel and steel rake had zero malfunctions, .... at the end of the day as the sun was getting low, I actively wished my wheelbarrow would break. lol No Luck !!
It seems MY message from universe was akin to cat-o-nine tails and the message of Work Dog, WORK !!
Your courage, perseverance, ironclad will, guts, and fortitude is astounding and heartbreaking. May God swiftly bring you helping hands and healing, to lift your pain and renew your yard.
25 or so years ago I was at a house doing an estimate and as I was leaving there was an old man near the garage and as I walked up he points at the long driveway and says "I held every single one of those rocks in my hand."
Mildly amused, I asked why. "It was mixed gravel" came the reply. Wow, that must have taken a really long time, I said, as I was climbing into my work rig. Driving away I pondered whether the old guy might be crazy.
Here I am 25 years later, ..... Old, and sorting tons of mixed gravel so I can make better use of it, ..... and wondering if that old guy way back when was crazy, .... or if I AM NOW !! lmao
I have two Nephews near by, but they don't show up to help, so it looks like it will be all me getting it done. Unless the yard kills me first. And I am okay with that too.
First, try to find a well known and reputable Naturpathic Doctor to address your ailments. Second, I presume you will be selling the gravel to someone in a rural area who wants to spread it on their driveway. I feel your exhaustion and pain. You could find out if the heart/BP prob is organic or not.
We bought a 100 year old house several years ago that was built by an Italian cement contractor. I have spent many, many hours digging concrete out of the garden beds where he had dug a deep hole to dispose of excess concrete. Then there are the broken concrete fragments throughout the soil, that require digging and screening it all.
I got a bit of the concrete slag as well, as my yard was used for concrete disposal when two of the neighbors put up a block wall. But it isn't a horrible amount even though it was a lot, but there are so many other things found in the dirt that are surprising. Like tools. A center punch, a couple drill bits, a few Allen wrenches and even a small inverted Torx socket. Now if I could just find any of my tools that my son lost out there 10 years ago, that would be great. lol
Watch the movie called "Mac" with John Turturo. One of my favorites. There are some shady concrete guys in that movie, .. and shady framers, shady bricklayers, shady Gen contractors, ..... and Mac isn't having it.
Oh to learn to be so aware of the Cosmos trying to tell us something in the midst of our frustrating task or tasks that aren't going well. I get the process but way far from the point of like you taking several "stops" of effed up attempts before the eyes and brain realize and "A HA!"...sigh...we humans...not learning fast enough it seems. But maybe that's the process it's supposed to be...learning, remembering and growing. Just too impatient for my own good it seems. Thanks for your enlightening story Chaskazorro. I must remember that lesson...
It really was a gradual experience, something that I wasn’t immediately aware of. I was really wrapped up in doing the task. Only when I became fully present in the moment, noticing all my surroundings that the awareness came. You have reminded me to hold onto this experience and lesson moving forward, thank you for your thoughtful message!
I have spent 5 to 7 hours every day out in the back yard, de-graveling. Previous owner spread several different type of gravel all over the back yard, been there over 20 years now and are al mixed together and I vowed to remove every single rock from the back yard to make room for a garden, some berry bushes and probably a couple fruit trees. But FIRST, it all has to be cleared. The worst part is having to take many breaks because my lungs and heart are crap and I end up out of breath and my pulse pounding in my temples, .. or, because my left hip is absolutely killing me with that grindy nerve feeling. But as soon as I sit, my hip hurts a LOT more, then it fades a little, then starts hammering on me again even while sitting. Gonna hurt either way, then I might as well get my ass back to work.
I made good progress today with a small gravel pile, ... that was about 20 feet long and mixed with a lot of dirt. I got the rocks raked out of the dirt, shoveled into the barrow and dumped into a central unsorted pile, barrow load after barrow load. Then cleaned up the loose dirt and added it to the unsifted dirt pile, grabbed the rake and started making a new pile of rocks and dirt and hauled a few more barrow loads to the main pile. I wish I was using a chainsaw, ... because my shovel and steel rake had zero malfunctions, .... at the end of the day as the sun was getting low, I actively wished my wheelbarrow would break. lol No Luck !!
It seems MY message from universe was akin to cat-o-nine tails and the message of Work Dog, WORK !!
Your courage, perseverance, ironclad will, guts, and fortitude is astounding and heartbreaking. May God swiftly bring you helping hands and healing, to lift your pain and renew your yard.
25 or so years ago I was at a house doing an estimate and as I was leaving there was an old man near the garage and as I walked up he points at the long driveway and says "I held every single one of those rocks in my hand."
Mildly amused, I asked why. "It was mixed gravel" came the reply. Wow, that must have taken a really long time, I said, as I was climbing into my work rig. Driving away I pondered whether the old guy might be crazy.
Here I am 25 years later, ..... Old, and sorting tons of mixed gravel so I can make better use of it, ..... and wondering if that old guy way back when was crazy, .... or if I AM NOW !! lmao
I have two Nephews near by, but they don't show up to help, so it looks like it will be all me getting it done. Unless the yard kills me first. And I am okay with that too.
First, try to find a well known and reputable Naturpathic Doctor to address your ailments. Second, I presume you will be selling the gravel to someone in a rural area who wants to spread it on their driveway. I feel your exhaustion and pain. You could find out if the heart/BP prob is organic or not.
We bought a 100 year old house several years ago that was built by an Italian cement contractor. I have spent many, many hours digging concrete out of the garden beds where he had dug a deep hole to dispose of excess concrete. Then there are the broken concrete fragments throughout the soil, that require digging and screening it all.
Its a good thing our yard is quite small!
I got a bit of the concrete slag as well, as my yard was used for concrete disposal when two of the neighbors put up a block wall. But it isn't a horrible amount even though it was a lot, but there are so many other things found in the dirt that are surprising. Like tools. A center punch, a couple drill bits, a few Allen wrenches and even a small inverted Torx socket. Now if I could just find any of my tools that my son lost out there 10 years ago, that would be great. lol
Watch the movie called "Mac" with John Turturo. One of my favorites. There are some shady concrete guys in that movie, .. and shady framers, shady bricklayers, shady Gen contractors, ..... and Mac isn't having it.
Here's some fun oldies: Mr. Blandings Builds His Dreamhouse, Cary Grant 1948 and George Washington Slept Here with Jack Benny, 1942
".... i was really wrapped up in doing the task.." while your saw blade was really wrapped up in not doing the task. Fascinating.