Having Cancer, surviving that battle, actually getting over it, healing from the horrible Voodoo Chemical
Cocktails the Voodoo Doctors give you, and well on the road to recovery gives one a new perspective on life. What if this job, whatever I am working on, is my last job? Eventually that happens to us all, that routine thing we do today could always be the last thing we do! I am an artist, and, yes, I get lost and caught up in the picayune of daily chores just like others but I also make art, projects from my soul, the stuff I dream about.
When I was in the thick of this battle, couldn't eat and slept all day, building "stuff" was mostly what I thought about. Thinking about it was all I could do, couldn't lift 20 pounds. I was about as close to being dead as one can get.
Like waking up from a nightmere that won't go away I find relief that it all seems like just a dream now.
My garden is in, now waiting for better weather and it is the best it has ever been. More stuff, better planted,
nicely worked soil, interesting paths. I am welding, working again!
It seems that things come when you are ready for them. I am busy now, with interesting jobs, wonderful clients and I am given "license to create". Each job whispers to me, could be the last one? I pay more attention now, marking details for the total effect. I enjoy the whole process, even in the rain, and never watch the clock, never at all.
In over 30 years of construction I was always after speed. "Faster" was my mantra, the schedule was the most critical and I would always have enough employees to get the job done as quickly as possible. Finish and move on to the next job was all I cared about. This is a photo of a job I just completed, just me and one helper. It would be okay if this were the last one. It turned out pretty good.
Despite the weather my garden is pretty good. The flowers are growing, eagarly waiting for that sunny day. So far my tomatoes are just sitting. They hate these rainy days and too cold nights, but they too will improve and thrive when the sun appears.
I am alive now and my list just keeps growing. I have dozens of last jobs to do, one at a time and I intend to enjoy every single one of them!
You can find me HERE too!
Cocktails the Voodoo Doctors give you, and well on the road to recovery gives one a new perspective on life. What if this job, whatever I am working on, is my last job? Eventually that happens to us all, that routine thing we do today could always be the last thing we do! I am an artist, and, yes, I get lost and caught up in the picayune of daily chores just like others but I also make art, projects from my soul, the stuff I dream about.
When I was in the thick of this battle, couldn't eat and slept all day, building "stuff" was mostly what I thought about. Thinking about it was all I could do, couldn't lift 20 pounds. I was about as close to being dead as one can get.
Like waking up from a nightmere that won't go away I find relief that it all seems like just a dream now.
My garden is in, now waiting for better weather and it is the best it has ever been. More stuff, better planted,
nicely worked soil, interesting paths. I am welding, working again!
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| Nice Job, just completed |
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| Flowers in my garden |
Despite the weather my garden is pretty good. The flowers are growing, eagarly waiting for that sunny day. So far my tomatoes are just sitting. They hate these rainy days and too cold nights, but they too will improve and thrive when the sun appears.
I am alive now and my list just keeps growing. I have dozens of last jobs to do, one at a time and I intend to enjoy every single one of them!
You can find me HERE too!
WOW.
ReplyDeleteI could get lost in your garden. I really could.
Beautiful! You create the gardens I always wanted. Can't wait to see more. ;)
ReplyDeleteIt's looking great Jerry..
ReplyDeleteGood to hear you have plenty of 'last' jobs..
lol.. me too!..:-)