Some weeks I learn a little and some weeks I learn a lot.
This was one of the “lot” weeks.
In building a dry stone wall, I was reminded that fingers are less durable than stone. (Luckily a minor scrape only as I’m laying in the bottom course of 50-100-pound stones.) But it was a good reminder early on in the summer stone work process.
I learned to move my damned hands faster (again).
One should not power walk during the hottest time of the day. I was distracted with a story I was writing in my head while walking. After my normal 2 1/2 mile morning walk, I “went down” with a minor case of heatstroke. A significant amount of water and cooling down in the basement brought everything back into sync. I did however take the next two days off and relaxed as much as possible.
I learned -again- I’m no longer invincible.
Hilroy notebooks just switched to a cheaper paper so my favorite medium-nib fountain pen bleeds out into the paper. Fine point pens with a smaller quantity of ink are fine. I’ve used these 360-page books for years for my morning notes and to-do books, and have two on the go at any given time. I shred them after I have filled them and put the shredded paper into the compost.
I learned again the race to the bottom for pricing has consequences for customer satisfaction.
There is a crisis in our house because I have run out of bookshelf space. I have also run out of wall space. This means I have to edit one of my antique book collections and sell a few (or stop collecting — and that’s not very likely) So either one of my history, sci-fi, or gardening collections has to be pruned. It’s likely going to be the gardening books that go.
I learned I’m way too much of a book-hog.
I was reminded how I love to hear the unrestrained and unedited laughter of a one-year-old in a wading pool on a hot day.
I learned I have a very soft spot in my heart, softer than I thought.