As much as I enjoy spending hours trying to figure out critical cooling rates, pre-heat requirements and temper cycles for avoiding stress cracking in weld components, I was glad to be home from work.

Completely screwing off would be a great way to spend the weekend and don’t get me wrong, there will be some of that but the messed up seasons have pushed off basic requirements.  This thought had first occurred to me last night at 7:45pm while I was cutting the grass and trying to understand why my hands were numb.  It had started out as just pulling some weeds, then cleaning up old leaves and before I knew it I was cutting grass.  Just the backyard I said.  I couldn’t take the chance that anything would get blown back into the area I just cleared it out so I had to cut the shit out of everything.

Once I made a pass into the front yard I couldn’t stop cutting.  It was such a mess and it was the first time in a while I could actually tangibly feel something being accomplished.  I’m not just talking in the yard.  You know how sometimes you feel like all you’re doing is treading water on a daily basis?  Well sometimes, something as stupid as cutting the grass makes you feel like you’re making some progress.  I don’t think I’ve ever truly “enjoyed” cutting the grass but it honestly felt like something I couldn’t screw up, something that had to be done, something where there wasn’t a wrong choice.

Now I’m going to watch a movie and drink a beer.