Who ever decided it would be the ‘norm’ to be awake and performing our lives during daylight hours?! What about us nightowls… I can’t help it. I come alive at night and end up in a productivity frenzy – amazing what I feel like taking on when the moon starts to rise. Tonight, I went nuts with the hedgetrimmer all over my front yard, intense yard work resulting in shaking weak hands afterward…and yelping in pain from a killer bee sting nearly cutting my leg off when I finally untangled myself from the cord and threw the running blades down on the ground as fast as I could. Had to see why my leg was suddenly busting at the seams with pain – first sting in decades, and eye-rolling H U R T! Still hurts hours later.
As I rushed in to the house for ice and to google “bee sting treatments”, I remembered it’s Sunday: Haul-Herbie- to-the-street-night. I decided to ignore that and take a much-needed break of inside rejuv time. And considering that I was so beat tired, dripping wet, my bee sting needed wouldn’t stop demanding attention, and I was feeling like a refugee without another muscle fiber left in my weary bones, I left all the piles of discarded cut-offs all over my yard. Attractive: no, Did I care at the moment: no. Figured I’ll just pick it all up tomorrow and put it away for next week’s trash pickup.
When I moaned and whined my way into the house with a good pink-red swollen knee bump, I had to grab ice and a cold beer and then tried to talk my dog into showing a shred of sympathy for his poor momma. I showered, hit the sofa and made a list of things to do and remember this week. Then I totally dove in with mucho gusto to the ins and outs of my current focus project: majorly renovating my Lila Campbell Photography website and got (am getting still) reeeeeally into revamping it, step by step. It’s a looong process, but I love the creating every step of it – Like mowing the lawn, it’s a warm, deep-sigh feeling to see the final result result at each step. Well, done, faithful servant .
My Living room floor is completely covered at the moment with No-Box Thinking cards I’m making, to fill an order that I”m on the verge of being late with. I’m watching Housewives show, eating brunswick stew and toast, and going out to run around with my exercise-starved dog in circles and figure 8′s in the grass.
My hedgetrimmer-gone-wild experience yielded two big momma trashcans packed with the loose branches, leaves, vines, sticks, and too many sticker branches (which I preferred not to tangle with since bee sting on my knee was still smarting…..one prick was plenty. I decided around 12:30 that If I was gonna take the Herbie, I may as well round up the debris, pack it in my big momma cans and drag them to the street. I’ll be too tired in the morning to load it and just wait til next week’s pickup. So why not. I had the energy and it was right there in my face, although admittedly I found myself in a pretty dimly-lit scenario. Couldn’t quit til I packed two BMC’s to the brim, and dragged them to reunite with Herbie. Got ‘er done .
I”m sure my neighbors if they (God forbid) heard me doing yard work at 1 am, were wishing once again that I were on a “normal” schedule, like most peeps.
Now dirty and tired again, but will sleep easier knowing that once again my moon-powered chosen night owl tasks are either seriously progressed or DONE! My usual nocturnal MO goes something like that. Now, at 2:30 a.m., I’m thinking I’ll probably go read in bed and call it a day. Random…but fairly typical Night in the Life of Lila, for better or worse ;-/!
Peace Out….Good night…..sleep tight…..don’t let the bees bite!