Hey, I've been out of commission for a couple of weeks, and this is my semi-annual promise to blog more. I know that these posts mean a lot to you, my dear bosom buddy, which is why I write them.
I even have a couple of "request" topics from readers that I want to tackle, but they've been on the shelf for a couple of weeks. I've recently begun doing concrete walls and foundations full-time, work which I'd been doing only part time these past few months. We've been absolutely slammed, and going nearly sunrise to sunset for a while now. I stand alongsidema chère amieSimone Weil in believing that hard manual labor tends to exhaust and stifle the life of the mind, while at the same time providing the greatest opportunity for fulfillment.
I feel exhausted, but awesome.
This week has not been as hectic as the last couple, and the sun has been hidden behind clouds, giving me the time and rest to gather myself and promise to blog again. Part of my pure joy, poetry, and religion must be mounting my soapbox and holding forth. Perhaps I will find a new font of inspiration in carrying so many concrete panels up and down muddy hills.
Here I am.
Expect more regular blogging. At least, more regular than the past couple of weeks.
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I even have a couple of "request" topics from readers that I want to tackle, but they've been on the shelf for a couple of weeks. I've recently begun doing concrete walls and foundations full-time, work which I'd been doing only part time these past few months. We've been absolutely slammed, and going nearly sunrise to sunset for a while now. I stand alongsidema chère amieSimone Weil in believing that hard manual labor tends to exhaust and stifle the life of the mind, while at the same time providing the greatest opportunity for fulfillment.
I feel exhausted, but awesome.
If man’s vocation is to achieve pure joy through suffering, manual workers are better placed than all others to accomplish it in the truest way.
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[Workers] need poetry more than bread, and religion alone can be the source of it.
This week has not been as hectic as the last couple, and the sun has been hidden behind clouds, giving me the time and rest to gather myself and promise to blog again. Part of my pure joy, poetry, and religion must be mounting my soapbox and holding forth. Perhaps I will find a new font of inspiration in carrying so many concrete panels up and down muddy hills.
Here I am.
Expect more regular blogging. At least, more regular than the past couple of weeks.
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Happy and tired.[/caption]
Zowie. I do know the joys of manual labor, but I can't say I terribly miss the days of doing it day in and day out. Besides, I own a house now, that is the source of more than enough hard work to scratch the itch should it arise...
ReplyDeleteI never could work and smoke at the same time. The two activities seem to be at odds with each other. In my opinion, smoking is best done on a porch, after a hearty meal, with a snifter of Laphroaig and good conversation. I just don't see where work fits into that...
Great perspective Joffre. I always rean but never comment. Alway enjoy your writing and thoughts
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Mark
Thanks for leaving a comment, Mark, they always encourage me to write more!
ReplyDeleteHappy things are well with you. It seems like the warmer months for outside work is at its best for making a living. My company is in the business of shade products. We too are on the run. Look forward to your posts. Mark.
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