Door as a clock, Why I don’t
My morning routine is like a well oiled machine ever since I started cleaning the chicken coop before work. When that alarm goes off at 5:35 AM I have very little time to waste. The sequence of events is clean the coop, make Elsa and my breakfast, pack my lunch, take a shower, get dressed and then head back out to the coop one final time. During that second coop visit I put the mats back in and give Kathy some additional treats. I can tell how am I doing time-wise not by a clock but by a door.
The automatic chicken door I have on the chicken run opens automatically at 6:55 AM. If it opens while I am out there I know I am pretty much on schedule. If it is already open when I get out there I know I am running behind and if somehow I get finished while the door is still closed I am surprisingly ahead of schedule. (or the door is broken) It’s funny to me how something like a door could become a time keeping tool in my world.
When I got home last night I got the urge to fire up the weed whacker. I saw the area under the solar panels was getting taken over by weeds once again. Weed whacking this area is not welcomed by my back. Trying to get the whacker into the low section of the angled panels requires an awkward bent over position while simultaneously holding the machine in front of your body. I took a few moments during the task to stand up straight, like that did anything. Once I did that area I figured I may as well do a speed run around the house, not knocking down everything I normally would but anything around the immediate house region. I figure it was one less thing less to put on the list for next week’s staycation that I am already building.
You may wonder why I don’t put more in here about the state of the world. Overseas we have the Ukraine war which seems like it is destined to have a horrible outcome one way or the other. Putin’s sanity really needs to be examined at this point. Within our borders inflation is raging with a pile on mentality. No matter what service or product you sell you can jack your prices and blame inflation, whether it is valid excuse or not. That is a very dangerous mindset to fall into. The reason I don’t rant and rave more is because over time I have drifted towards caring more about what I can directly impact or control. I can make energy conscious decisions for myself, I can choose to be a decent human being, I can hold myself personally responsible for my actions. Trying to save the world from itself is far beyond my scope of possibility so I have retreated from trying to do so. I don’t want to spend however many years I have left on this planet being angry.