I actually finished this part on Thursday and planned to lay the rebar and concrete it Friday…but then, my body reminded me that I am not as young and strong as I used to be. As I shared with my friend later when she asked, “So, did you get the concrete poured?” Nope, took the day off…I think I might be beyond the point of being able to tote a 50 pound bag of gravel.
I confess, one of the hardest things I have to cope with is that I cannot always do what I used to do when it comes to the heavy lifting. I remember when Dad at 86 was still toting 50 pound bags of horse feed, and however-much-a-hay-bale-weighed bales of hay and stacking them in the barn. But, he had spent his entire life doing manual labor, and even at his age, had muscles and strength beyond mine. One night as we were talking, he mentioned saddling Rio and then having to walk him over to the deck to get his foot in the stirrup, and then lift his other leg over the saddle, and though he laughed, he also found it troubling.
After his accident and then the beginning of Alzheimer’s, I struggled with those two chores and I was only 62 then. It got harder and harder as the years went on, and finally, I was “walking” those feed bags across the floor only to still have to heft them up on the stand where they were stored to keep the mice out of them in the barn. I will admit that I am better about cutting myself some slack and knowing when I need to dial it back to give myself time for recovery.
It was a bit later Thursday evening when Beyonce and I finished for the day, and she had grown rather impatient with me. I am not quite certain, but I am fairly sure I heard her muttering something about the thing in her face and would I please stop it. I believe the little streak running down the driveway tells you I did not stop soon enough. Let that be a lesson to me!