So How’d You Spend Your Easter?

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I'm willing to bet your Easter Sunday was a tad more relaxing than mine.  To begin with my Easter-eve didn't end until well after 4 a.m. because, well, just because.  And it wasn't a good "because." Then we overslept and didn't make it to Easter service, which is saying something since the service didn't start until 11.  After that I decided to take care of all the bushes that had been torn out of our front yard and made into two big piles when our new septic field was installed last week.  I lost count, but I think it was something like ten mature bushes and one small tree that were all piled together, and since bushes are bushy they weren't easy to get apart, and trimmed down and moved to our rather large brush pile in the woods behind the house.  Even with the kids' help it took the better part of five hours and let me tell you those root balls weren't light. The fact that my chainsaw broke down midway through and I had to start sawing by hand didn't help matters, and of course the fact that I'm not exactly in fighting trim hurt my cause too.

Why am I sharing this with you?  Well, because my 42-year-old body is very unhappy with me today.  About every other sentence I type prompts spasms and cramps in my forearms.  My lower back feels like a really ticked off elephant ran over it at least 10 times.  My arms look like a deranged cat used them as scratching poles.  My shoulders are so sore I can't really lift my arms above my head.  But the worst part truly is the realization that I'm getting freakin' old.  Ten years ago, heck even five years ago, I'd have shrugged this off like it was nothing but today I can't even shrug.  I was going to ask the question "If I feel like this at 42 then what am I going to feel like at 52?", but I already know the answer.  At 52 I'll be just fine because I'm damn well going to pay somebody to do the job for me.  That, my friends, is what they call hard earned wisdom.

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1 thought on “So How’d You Spend Your Easter?”

  1. Fec's avatarFec

    The good news is you’re not getting old. The muscles in my back and shoulders automatic clinch at the sight of a chainsaw and stay that way until I put it away. It’s an involuntary response to things that can saw off an arm or a leg. I wonder this time of year how many people actually expire from overworking. There’s so much to do.
    BTW, chainsaws are like tractors. Everyone should own two because one is always broken.

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