We have so many projects on the go right now.  It would make your head spin.  

Tomorrow,  the big equipment will arrive and construction on Warren’s garage will start. 

Today we have hired three young men to help us dig the foundation to my new garden shed. 

In spite of the fact that we have house guests, Warren has also started to tear out plaster and lath upstairs.  Next week he will begin the electrical and blow in more installation.  We hope to finish the painting and sand the floors before our Toronto house closes on May 24th and our good furniture arrives.  The bathroom and kitchen renovations will wait until the fall. 

This is life with Warren.  Everyday he looks around and identifies twenty things that can be improved.  He leaps up and starts tearing down old walls, fixing broken appliances, replacing bulbs or wheels or some sort of worn out gadget.    He is a 200 volt whirl wind.  The best I do, is follow him around with a broom.  Often repeating my feeble efforts several times a day. 

I am a sloth when it comes to physical work.   It is always too hot, too windy, too late in the day.  I have a thousand excuses.

Things are happening at the new house and I guess this is my time to step up and help out.  I don’t mind doing the shopping, cleaning and banking.  It’s the outdoor physical stuff that I put off.  I never stay at it for long.  First sign of breaking into a  sweat or heaven forbid that I pinch a finger.  I stop and head into the house in search of a  band-aid.

Tomorrow the big trucks are coming to start construction on the garage addition.  They will have to drive over an exiting flowerbed to get to the work site.  I should be relocating those plants today to another flowerbed, which does not exist.  (yet) 

Also on my mind, is the fact that arborist are coming tomorrow to take down two trees in the way of the addition.  While they are here, we  have asked them to also pull out the front yard shrubbary which has grown too big.  I want to rebuild these gardens with my favourite plants.  Having the crew here tomorrow seemed like a good time to start. 

Where is my energy?  No one is judging me (except Warren and I have learned to ignore his comments:  ie “the more you do the better you feel”) yet I still feel guilty and disappointed in myself. 

What do you think of the above quote?  Can we really claim our lives are our own?  Does it  apply in our world of conflicting responsibility and demands?  Can we all just do what we want, put in what we choose and be satisfied with the outcomes?  

I think I will pour myself another cup of coffee and think about it?  The flower beds can wait.  It’s still kind of cold out there.