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  •  My problem is actually (12+ / 0-)

    Just a collection of smaller problems.

    I got permission from the county to clean up an old park that lies adjacent to our condos. The park has been closed for eight years.

    I've spent three weeks so far, digging out old beer bottles and cans, and cleaning trash from the shore (it's a three acre peninsula).

    I've seen snakes (but no problems there), fought spiderwebs by the ton, been bitten by at least two different kinds of bugs, attacked by stickerbushes... at one point, I stopped to replace the bag I was using because the stickers had ripped it to shreds. Grabbed out a new bag, and started to put the trash into it - and found that while I was picking up the trash, the stickers had ripped THAT one, too. So the stuff I put in just fell out the bottom again.

    And that's when I realized I was standing on a very upset anthill. They were running in all directions, so I followed suit.

    Oddly enough, none of them bit me - lucky, that. But then I realized about ten minutes later that I had dropped my rake, and it was still sitting on the anthill. Jeez.... :)

    I think I may have injured my hand - I was using my rake and my reaching tool as blunt machetes to whack down dead branches and that sort of thing, so I could get through the "jungle".

    What gets me is that I spent three weeks in there, almost every day, fighting bugs and heat and humidity etc... and what brought me down was hugging a friend.

    So now I have the flu, evidently.

    Decided to take a nap earlier tonight, and was woken up by a thin whining sound. Thought "No, I'm just hearing something from outside."

    Nope. Heard it again, and then the damned mosquito bounced right off my freaking nose. So I got out of bed, and tried to find it - chased it all over, and finally killed it when it landed on my arm to try for a FOURTH bite. Yeah, it got me three times in my sleep.

    It's never just one thing, is it? It's always a bunch of little things.

    Ah, well... it could be worse. Much worse. Thanks!!

    "We have only the moral ground we actually inhabit, not the moral ground we claim." - It Really Is That Important

    by Diogenes2008 on Sat Jun 08, 2013 at 07:37:39 PM PDT

    •  I bet the park is looking better and better? (7+ / 0-)

      At least the ants didn't bite.... rest and recoup and back at it next week?

      •  It's getting there :) (11+ / 0-)

        Thanks! Right now I couldn't clean much of the shoreline anyway because Andrea dumped a ton of water. You have to fight through bushes and small trees to get up and down the shore, and with the water so high, there wouldn't be a path anyway.

        But yeah, I'm hoping to get over this flu (?) quickly. I'll probably just clean the smaller park nearby, and the near side of our lake until I'm up to working in the old park again. At least I'm my own boss, and can do it when I feel up to it.

        I did get cabin fever last night, so I went out to our lake to take photos of the sunset. Got this photo, of the sandhill cranes at sunset. Definitely worth it, even if I felt awful. Being outside helped my mood, in any case.

         photo CranesDKos_zps1d73063a.jpg
        Oh - and you can get a small peek of the old park here, behind the cranes:
         photo CranesPavilionDkos_zps2b3a48ca.jpg

        "We have only the moral ground we actually inhabit, not the moral ground we claim." - It Really Is That Important

        by Diogenes2008 on Sat Jun 08, 2013 at 07:49:37 PM PDT

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        •  By the way (9+ / 0-)

          I don't clean the parks because I think it's "good" or "noble".

          I do it because it makes me feel like I'm actually DOING something... you know?

          I walk into a store, or any place with fluorescent lights, and the countdown clock starts. If I stay too long (or if they're too bright, or I'm having a bad day) the clock can be really short. Being indoors anywhere other than home can be really rough.

          Got paralyzed sitting on the floor at a supplement store the other day, and didn't even feel it coming. (Yeah, that's normal for me.) Fortunately my friend figured it out and helped me get back up.

          Five or six years ago I started getting over a 20-year slide, physically (long story) and needed to do something to try to rebuild at least a little of the muscles I'd lost, so I started with photography. But.... the lake I walked out to had so much trash, that it upset me. Spent the requisite amount of time whinging to myself about "why doesn't somebody DO something?" and then realized... oh. Duh.

          It started out as exercise, and as penance for asking that stupid question - but now it's kind of my "happy place". :) I don't know what it is, but oddly enough, picking up trash from various parks or other areas in my neighborhood makes me feel good in a lot of different ways. I miss it when I can't go out.

          It looks better when I'm done (at least for that one day). It's good exercise. Makes me feel like I'm being at least marginally productive. But none of that is the reason I keep doing it. Not sure I can put it into words... except that, as I said before, it's my happy place.

          "We have only the moral ground we actually inhabit, not the moral ground we claim." - It Really Is That Important

          by Diogenes2008 on Sat Jun 08, 2013 at 08:04:08 PM PDT

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