It’s been 10 days since I last wrote and I’m feeling rough. Having my friend stay for five days was exhausting. Early on the podcast I read a Ben Franklin quote from Poor Richards Almanac that “fish and visitors stink after three days.” I love the guy, but the older I get the more set in my ways I become and I don’t want to do things that aren’t me. With moving to the woods I become more eccentric, so it took some time to recover from having guests, I’m still recovering. Having to take a week off from my normal routine means a lot of work gets backed up, then taking time to recover means more. While trying to rest I had been worrying about all the stuff I wish I was doing, so yesterday I got back to work mowing the lawn and my mower broke. One of the blades for the mower fell out, it was the one that got stuck with a big chunk of wood recently, so I’m suspicious that the bolt holding it in broke. I tried to replace the blade, but have no idea what I’m doing. There’s lawn mower repair places, but I don’t have a trailer to transport the thing, and the grass keeps growing. All that leaves me questioning why am I doing extra work like writing or the podcast, I don’t know if I’ll continue, but I’m tired right now, so I’m trimming the fat. These artistic endeavors are good because they create something new in me, nature is unforgiving though. In the meantime I don’t expect consistency in my art.
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