Yesterday evening, arriving home from work full of the joys of spring, I grabbed up a monkey wrench, my fork and spade and started on the garden! The wrench was to loosen the bolts to begin demolishing the loathsome chain link fence. Which, I thought, would be a breeze. The bolts wouldn’t budge, and I skinned my knuckles in the fight.
The need to satisfy my gardening joneses was undiminished and to determine just how big a job it would be to get that darn fence down, I made exploratory digs around the posts. The central ones had rusted through so aren’t anchored to the subterranean concrete lumps, but the corner posts are, it would seem, there to stay. Undaunted, I moved to the border along the east-facing brick wall intending to prepare the bed for growing something, anything…and that’s when my knee gave out.
This morning, Louie the Lazy discovered my excavations. “Wow,” (imagine little doggy thought balloons). “Let’s see if I can make this muddy hole bigger!” It was drizzling, and if you’ve ever seen a Cavalier’s paws you will know that they are four furry mops that cake ever-so-easily with crud. Which transfers nicely to carpeted surfaces and upholstery.
So, my life lesson for today is: plan a measured attack on any project, but do warm-up exercises first.