I was so busy last week, the elastic band in my head snapped. In a former life, I worked shifts. Nights, early mornings, afternoons, days and any other shift you can think of.
I Enjoyed Work
It never bothered me either. There’s a part of me that actually enjoyed working strange hours, but only a small part. What I’m trying to say is that work, no matter when or what, never bothered me. Ok, there were times I would moan like a non-starting car on a frosty morning. However, on the whole, I enjoyed my working life. There were moments when I admit to falling asleep for nanoseconds working nightshift. A quick “Oi, wake up you daft bugger” from the next guy on the assembly line soon brought me back to a conscious world.
Since I retired I always said I would keep myself busy. During the winter I like to do indoor things such as decorating or simple stuff like drawing and playing my guitar. Warmer months and it’s the outside life for me. There’s not too much of a garden where we’ve moved to, but it has given me the opportunity to start a new project. The whole perimeter fence needed replacing. So back in May with the advent of the warmer sun, I took down the fence panels at the front of the garden. I bought the materials to make a picket fence with a gate and archway for a climbing rose.
I Was Pleased
You can imagine how pleased I was when it was finished and painted in two coats of blue wood stain. I even made the gate myself making a supporting Z brace. It looks a treat! I chopped up the old fence panels and posts and took them to the recycling centre. Next job was to replace the fencing to the side of the garden. For this, I used an ornamental metal arch-topped fence, which looks so much nicer than the old fence panels. It was an experience as that part of the garden is shaped like a dogleg and slopes downwards or upwards, depending on where you stand.
The Elastic Band
After 3 months of constant fence construction, last week all I had to do was chop up the remaining old posts and fence panels. About halfway through something happened. The only way I can describe it is like an elastic band snapping in the back of my head. If I were a steam engine, it was as though my steam had all been used. I felt totally and utterly knackered. There was still a pile of wood to cut, but there was no way I could do it. I huffed and puffed, but mentally it wasn’t going to happen. Defeat had to be accepted and I had to walk away and sit down. It’s the first time ever that I’ve been faced with a mental block like that. Someone suggested it’s your body’s way of telling you to stop.
Day of Rest
As it was a beautiful day, Wifey and I decided to go out for a ride in the car. I still didn’t feel right, but I did feel a lot better. When we got home I had a drink of tea and relaxed the rest of the day. I slept like a log on the night. The next morning, I felt fine and believe it or not, raring to go. I managed to finish chopping the wood. The elastic band felt as though it was back in its rightful place, rewound and holding everything together. From now on I’m certainly going to do things at a lot slower pace. Now, where’s that hammer!!