Saturday, June 13, 2020
Reach and grasp
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for?
Robert Browning, Andrea del Sarto, 1855
Yesterday I simply could not get it together. I had so much fence work to do. I tried hard, and even got a couple of hours worth of work done, but my heart and body simply weren't in it.
I stopped off in a north-south draw on the Cederburg pasture to procrastinate videographically...
I took a lot of still images too. I've been watching this depression-era tricycle decompose for decades now. I suspect it'll continue to decompose long after I'm returned to dust.
What is it about sunlight and rusting metal?
New Mexican locust blooming.
Finished with the draw, I found fresh procrastination...
And even more!
On to work (ish) !
So I did get a (very) little work done.
I had a bit of puzzlement going on in my mind though. I wanted to get cracking and make work happen. But I couldn't muster up the oomph or even the burning desire.
I got home and checked my blood pressure. I'm on steroids again and they tend to drive my b/p up, so the doc had me try taking HCTZ (a water pill) when I'm on the roids.
My post-work/procrastination blood pressure was 80/40.
Yikes! And there's your problem.
Felt much more better today with a normal b/p and plenty of work to accomplish.
There was still procrastination...
Plenty of procrastination...
But there was also work...
I'm getting a good shirt-off suntan. I'm still way too fat for it to look good or even acceptable in public, but it's much better than it was a few months ago.
And in a strange twist, after being on permahold with medical records yesterday I actually received the records in the mail today. YGTBSM!
I also continued to watch a loved one flail against the demon rum. I hate that. All I can do is trust God, pray, and love unconditionally. It's a helpless feeling but also represents spiritual growth. Sigh. And blessed.
Be well and embrace the blessings of liberty.