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Day 642: Life Lessons for Nagi
Jun. 25th, 2008 09:14 pmToday I learned - or perhaps re-learned - a very valuable lesson. As much as I love being an academic and an intellectual, every now and again it feels good to let loose and do something intensely physical, namely, hard work. These past few days I've been helping my mom flip my sister's apartment so it's ready to rent as soon as she moves out. Pretty much every summer previous I spent on the canals of the British Isles with my parents, putting in back-breaking work as one of the gnomes who handled the locks while dad played commodore and steered the barge. The rhythmic physical labor was soothing. I could space out, listen to music, and be something else for a bit. This summer there is no Europe. Mostly there was a law office.
I spent yesterday helping mum clean out the hellish mess in my sister's place and also breaking apart her old computer desk to throw it away. Today I woke up feeling rather hellish, though not due to physical exertion. A bit of painting never hurt me. I just had an awful headache, and so I slept in far longer than advisable, and when I was finally able to rouse myself from my bed I decided that it was in no wise reasonable to go into work, given that I'd finished all my projects and none seem forthcoming. I read a bit, having blown my way through the love-to-hate Vampire Diaries (first volume), and when mum came back from the doctor's (follow up from that nasty business with the ER last week) I helped her clean the house. Dad came with us for the first round of painting. He can't paint, so he did things like repair sockets and light switches and balance the fan, and we painted. After supper, we painted some more.
And I'm learning things, like if I'm willing to slap a coat of paint on something and do my own damned flooring I can basically flip a house for the sake of re-rental or even sale. I also learned that, if I'm patient, I can get things for free. Like, say, an X-box 360. My sister's new man doesn't like gaming, and she doesn't have time for it, so she pretty much gave me her console and free pick of her games. And so now I have the goal to save up for some rock band. Good times.
It felt good to get out and work, to listen to music and just be instead of having to think.
Of course, I have been mulling over what to write for today's prompt on Heavy Noir.
But yeah, I got in my summer labor. I think that's a sign that I should get out and practice with my sword some, eh?
I spent yesterday helping mum clean out the hellish mess in my sister's place and also breaking apart her old computer desk to throw it away. Today I woke up feeling rather hellish, though not due to physical exertion. A bit of painting never hurt me. I just had an awful headache, and so I slept in far longer than advisable, and when I was finally able to rouse myself from my bed I decided that it was in no wise reasonable to go into work, given that I'd finished all my projects and none seem forthcoming. I read a bit, having blown my way through the love-to-hate Vampire Diaries (first volume), and when mum came back from the doctor's (follow up from that nasty business with the ER last week) I helped her clean the house. Dad came with us for the first round of painting. He can't paint, so he did things like repair sockets and light switches and balance the fan, and we painted. After supper, we painted some more.
And I'm learning things, like if I'm willing to slap a coat of paint on something and do my own damned flooring I can basically flip a house for the sake of re-rental or even sale. I also learned that, if I'm patient, I can get things for free. Like, say, an X-box 360. My sister's new man doesn't like gaming, and she doesn't have time for it, so she pretty much gave me her console and free pick of her games. And so now I have the goal to save up for some rock band. Good times.
It felt good to get out and work, to listen to music and just be instead of having to think.
Of course, I have been mulling over what to write for today's prompt on Heavy Noir.
But yeah, I got in my summer labor. I think that's a sign that I should get out and practice with my sword some, eh?
