Persistence is all I have these days, or maybe it’s just stubbornness. I don’t have the energy to work at anything headlong like I could at one time. Five or ten minutes is about all I can handle, and even that is distributed between numerous stops to rest my muscles or catch my breath. I’m no good on slopes, either. My balance isn’t so bad standing, but I have trouble moving on any ground that isn’t flat these days, I don’t know how to explain it. Of course, it would help if my weight loss hadn’t made my shoes at least a size too large. I’ll be glad to get some new ones soon, when I begin having a little cash to spare again.
Of course, the treetops that I’m working up in my back yard are on a slope and are being drug about 50-75 feet to a brush pile on an even steeper slope. Still, my five or ten minutes a day is already making a difference in less than a week. Someone else might not see it, since so many folks only see done and not done. Being the one doing it, though, every day, I notice there are fewer limbs that need moved and the brush pile is a little bigger. I’ve been using a little bow-saw to cut limbs to length. It’s lighter to carry than a chainsaw, isn’t hard to start, and is SO much quieter! Besides, it gives me a little additional exercise. Unfortunately, I’ll soon be at the point where I run out of limbs small enough to cut with my little saw. Then, the Stihl 660 comes out.
I wasn’t always so persistent. In my youth, I’d sometimes fly into a project like I was killing snakes and then throw up my hands when things seemed to be taking too long. Then it was off to the next project. I think a lot of kids are a bit like that. Some never grow out of it.
I may be old, but I’m not stupid. A few things actually sunk into my thick skull over the years. One of them is if you don’t have the tools or the skill you need, use what you DO have. It sure beats sitting around complaining about things. Another thing I’ve learned is that ol’ Aesop was right; sometimes the tortoise DOES win the race. © 2016