Reminders
Spent most of yesterday honing my small engine repair chops. The activity centered around the carburetor that belonged to my pressure washer. Inactivity had left it clogged with rust and varnish which was the discovery I made after dismantling it. In a sort of truth-in-lending statement, I’ll admit my youngest son helped, because he’s way better at the task than I. Still, I learned something. Mostly, I need to fire up the pressure washer more often, and then drain the gas when not in use.
Once the old machine was up and running yesterday I got busy cleaning my porches, front, back, and the dog run. The latter will need a touchup today. It’s a high traffic area for pets and humans, plus it’s designed to catch a constant breeze which means constant dust and debris. A lot of stuff is ground into the concrete. A quick check this morning told me all I needed to know about today’s project which will be more cleaning.
Luckily, I have found that work and sweating are good for what ails me, especially the blues, and I’ve had a touch of that since my good friend died last week. Her passing bumped me off the road a bit, in much the same fashion as happens when your mind wanders when you’re behind the wheel. So, the work is a welcome distraction, and it feels good to have a tidy home and a tidy mind, especially when reminders of mortality are arriving with regularity.