Morning On The Job Site in anticlimatic

Exquisite morning.

They’re all exquisite.

Evening is always the time when things unravel. I think the fact that I write mostly in the evenings is a sign that I may be trying to re-ravel with the utility, rather than just sleep which is what I should do.

This morning I slept in an extra hour because I’m my own boss and I felt like it. Took my time having coffee and chatted with my girlfriend, who was also up. After loitering around in matching black bath robes, I hopped in the shower, put on my work armor, stopped for another coffee and some snacks on the way, and drove way out in the middle of nowhere to Cross Village, on the lake.

The cabin I’ve been renovating out there has had nobody else working on it all week, and this morning completed a 5 day stretch of what I now realize is the primary lynch pin in whether or not I will be enjoying myself on the jobsite. Is it full of other annoying workers? No. Do I have the entire place to myself and quiet in which to think?

Absolutely yes. Paradise.

The smell of cut wood. The roar of the salamander heater. Just enough cell service to stream a little background classical while I tinker away. Just having the space and the time to make something at your own pace, and watch it take shape. This is the height of being a man, I think, and every day I am able to participate I actively employ gratitude- because I know there will come a time, not far off, when I will no longer have the privilege.

Last updated January 26, 2024