It's always interesting to see what will pop up on the magic screen, aka computer, to my weekly journeys. Doing things on a schedule with a deadline has never been one of my strong suits. I don't know how people do it. Maybe full-time writing makes it a bit easier. For me, the writing is mixed in with yard work, carpentry, chainsaw and even some photography now and then. Recently, more now than then. Things hop along pretty good in July and August.
In my past, routine things were rigorously avoided. Perhaps, in part, because “I couldn't sit still,” as my mother would say. We all know that there are afflictions that contribute to this condition. I resemble that comment.
My father's training at Parris Island, strategically imposed, tried to unravel some of my quirky behavior, but even his U.S. Marine Corps techniques often fell short.
One experience with a “regular assignment” comes to mind. I was charged with clearing the ashes from our coal fired furnace. This had to been done with reasonable regularity “or you will burn out the grates” my father threatened. I got it. But that did not stop me from trying to tamp down the ashes hoping to delay the tedious process of removal, one shovel full at a time, to a wheel barrow half a block away (I know -- but it seemed that far) and then hauling to the alley behind the barn to fill in potholes.
Then there were the clinkers in the fire box. Sometimes we got a bad load of coal that produced massive rock hard chunks when banking the fire overnight. Another story.
So, how does that relate to this week's photo. Be darned if I know.
It's a surprise. Almost always is. Have a good one.