Call Me the Working Man
My rock and roll activities were confined to night time last week. I did catch two fantastic concerts: Loretta Bilieux and the Dive Bar Pretties at Chameleon and BuzzUniverse at The Bullfrog. But most of my energies last week were spent doing physical labor. I got away from Facebook, Twitter and blogging. I dug a big hole in the yard and chopped up some trees.
I had a few reasons for abandoning computerworld. After all the writing, editing, uploading, tagging, Liking, Commenting and Sharing of LAUNCH week, it was time to get outdoors. I get fidgety sitting at a desk and staring at my laptop. It doesn’t do me any good to spend too much time thinking.
I’m getting a shed. My neighbors and I pitched in and bought a lawn tractor and we need somewhere to store it. My yard was nominated and seconded. The timing is right and my garage is awfully cluttered as it is. So I set to work digging a foundation and trimming trees to make room for the new addition. Plus, it gave me an excuse to invite Loretta and her chainsaw over for some noise and drinks in the rain.
I could draw a number of analogies between physical labor and mental health: laying a foundation, staying grounded, leveling the playing field, trimming away the dead wood. Perhaps the best fit for my situation is “doing your homework.” I can’t fully enjoy running around at night doing my rock and roll thing when I know there are chores to be done at home. If my home is unsettled, live music and social networking have to wait.