Friday October 31, 2014

QUESTION OF THE WEEK

  • Should security be tightened at Parliament Hill and other government buildings in the wake of the shootings in Ottawa?
  • Yes
  • 79%
  • No
  • 21%




Wearing big girl pants

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It’s a shift from moping and bellyaching over what hasn’t been done for you by anyone or someone in particular lately, if not ever.

It’s a shift from “I can’t” and “if only I had help,” and a big step up from “I don’t know squat about that sort of thing.”

Call it putting on big girl pants, stepping up to the plate, or taking the bull by the horns, but all it is really is getting another job done.

Fear – and a million excuses and beliefs like it – will just be too much work. Even though you want it done, it may leave you parked with a stuck transmission for some time. What it always boils down to for me is: how bad do I want this?

Recently I re-thanked a friend of mine for digging in the past few years, and helping me accomplish what I once thought were monumental tasks: finish framing a greenhouse, and enlarge a chicken run with heavy old rolls of rusted fence.

In helping me, she paved the doable highway.

Farmer helped me pound new posts under some cottonwoods weeks ago, and I finished fencing that new run with stucco wire by myself. I also built a gate for it, and with the help of a nine-year-old well after bedtime, moved all our chickens out there.

Sometimes I think an army is required; that’s how big I figure the job is. Then I start and things somehow get accomplished.

I recently took out instructions for building the geodesic grow dome purchased in February. I started to stake out the area that will be leveled. Alone, because I want it that bad and people are busy. I mowed, dug a few small saplings and moved these to another garden.

I’m beginning to think we often blame our husbands for not living up to our “honey do this” lists. Farmer comes in from fighting with a piece of machinery, and sometimes says: “You didn’t think I’d do it, did you? You thought I’d give up, eh?”

Listening to tools and swear words fly across the yard, from whatever’s giving him grief, often leaves me wondering whether to run and help, or steer clear. War’s waging, but he’ll win eventually; he always has.

Building this geodesic grow dome will require similar determination. Big pants are standard issue henceforth.


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