Be careful with wishes.

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Breakfast, in this case.  I did get to it rather swiftly, as intended.  It was smaller than that from yesterday, I even ate less on top of it being a smaller meal.  I did dice shallots this time, some for the meal, some in a small container... probably for meatballs when I get to those.  Full, still, somehow.  Too full.  I don't quite get that.  Which means, however, that a 13:00 start for work isn't going to happen.  I am hoping for 14:00, but 15:00 might be the actual time, again.  How could such a small meal bowl me over?  Oh well.

I am looking forward to the work.  There is nothing like chopping branches from limbs, piling like with like, logs with logs and pine branches with their same.  The work is pleasant, the organization isn't just paper, it has heft and real world meaning... not man made word or time-stamp meaning.  No sheaves of paper, no silly allowances, trifles, or vagaries having to do with thoughts.  Real work, real design, muscle and mind combined to develop a means to an end... that of handling discard material, if discard with use itself.  Discard with weight and measure.  Cutting weeds, if many think it a man-made silliness, is much less that than it is a reasonable thing in a fallen world.  Beside giving the serpent no perch from which to strike, flame and other enemies too are defeated from a stealthy approach.

More than just that, these efforts allow my mortal seeming engine to hum.  It taxes the body and mind, it draws forth strength and design... often on the fly, it commands things which can't be realized until the effort is in full swing.  I will, again, review those limbs which have proven difficult.  Like the apple just a bit too high, the buck just a bit out of range, the water just a bit too deep... how to get that one thing.  It's a hunger, though this of a different kind.  I will, sooner or later, get those limbs.  Oh, yes.

And more.  As I am out, I see other things to do.  I never did repaint those plum colored outer window treatments.  Must be done.  I might give them all a bit of paint while I am at it.  If need be, perhaps I could scrape the old, worn, paint.  There are old wasp hives to be removed.  There might be others hiding here or there.  I haven't seen any activity, but that doesn't mean much.  It has been cold.  Oh, and bug bombing the chicken coop.  I have the material for a new roof.  I just haven't been able to get rid of the wasps.  Every time I thought I had, I ended up finding more.  And, while my allergy seems to have diminished... so that I handled a wasp sting without out too much fuss... instead of getting really bad at the point of poison, the poison was swept through my body and showed signs at various places for nearly a week I believe... a group of stings might be a serious threat, or at least a serious downer.

Yeah... I'll get to work.  I'll do what I can.  I think I'll be much more involved out there this summer, until it gets too hot, or I fall again.  My actual goal is to do three hours of solid work three to four days a week.  The others days can be rest days, or light work days, as is required, available, or such.  The question is, will hiking, canoeing, or such be work or light?  Perhaps it depends on how able I become and then how much I put into it beyond my fitness level at any given point.

Later.