I’ve got so many written drafts of things hanging around. Pieces really. Things I’ve not had the time/space/thoughts to develop further. Considering just hitting publish on them and letting the reader fill in the blanks until I have the gumption to return to them. Just to get them “out there”.
Statuses
The truth is: we all have books that are already written…somewhere. They live in our blogs, social feeds, and notes. It’s the constraints and strategy, and the decision to ship, that eludes us.
Current Thought Pattern: Trying to figure out how much time “thinking through it” adds to a project. 10%? 15%?
Not entirely sure but it’s not insignificant.
I’m currently rebuilding a deck and it occurred to me how strange it would be to anyone seeing me how much of my time is spent just standing looking a it, deep in thought. But that time thinking through it is, perhaps, the most important part.
Kurt cleaned the garage yesterday. . .
Planting today. Digging in the dirt. Nothing of importance is often the most important.
I’ve spent the past couple of days on a rebuild of the back deck.
My wife was busy planting by the fence.
It’s all important.
Welcome to the Neighborhood — Bethany Gladhill
We are currently in strong danger of losing a great number of the properties that clearly represent our larger patterns of history, the kinds of places where people from throughout the community gathered (and continue to gather), like this one.
A joyous syttende mai to all of my Norwegian friends and relatives. Skol! 🇳🇴
It is her wit. Rapid fire and razor sharp. Amongst the countless other reasons I love my wife, it is her wit that magnifies the sunlight of them all combined.
In case anyone has been wondering how much 12 foot long composite decking you can comfortably fit on top of a Volvo XC 70, the answer is 30 pieces.
My Mom and I. Likely 1976 or so.
