I spent this weekend up at our cabin, organizing the woodshed for the coming winter, and fixing a ton of little things that had been hanging around for months...and even years.
Since we only go up for a few days at a time in the winter, we don't need that much wood...but we still haven't burned up all the wood we created by cutting down a few dead trees and rebuilding parts of the deck. And over the years it had grown into a mass of a mess. So I pulled out everything from the woodshed and put it back into place. What fun.
And once I did that, I also took a few hours to dig some larger beds in front of the cabin where we can plant some groundcover---all part of making the place look a little more like part of the living forest, and a little less like a desert compound.
So imagine my delight when i started doing a few stretches this morning and felt a pop in the back of my leg as a pulled a hamstring muscle. I haven't done in nearly fifty years---and that was back when I was playing very competitive soccer.
So now i get to loll around and do very little. Just what the doctor didn't order for someone my age. As a dear old friend of mine liked to say: "getting old sucks. But it beats the alternative." Sigh.