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And, bless him, he was willing, but....
Who knew the answer to facing down the problem of this house was to get another project as insurmountable? The key is when one threatens to demoralize me too much, I can hop over to the other. My inclination to avoid a monumental task by finding something else as my good excuse not to face it is put to maximum effectiveness in this wise. I mean, at some point my reluctance is completely mowed down by a cosmic determination that sets in, but that usually involves bodily injury. Seems to go from a stop to full throttle with no happy medium.
Like my lifelong weeding frenzies. Unable to get out of bed for days afterward. My redwood planting marathons every winter. The last one put me with a neurosurgeon to bolt my head back on my spine. The extraterrestrial bodhisattva surgeon god was a little bit optimistic about my returning to my great repopulation of Earth's forests projects, though I feel just now that I might be able to do it again if I go to the gym for a few months first... maybe... maybe not... or maybe my struggles with my projects from hell will tone me up enough to tackle it!
Just the running screaming from one to the other should, anyway, be aerobic as heck.
always and any time....
