Today started with a bit of a sleep-in. 8am. Although, to be fair, last night ended with an unusually late night.
By 10am we were at a local presbyterian church for the cub scouts pinewood derby. There is a whole backstory to this that will have to wait. But due to lack of tooling and lack of time, this year my son got a kit car from the hobby store. It still involved sanding, and gluing on body parts, and painting, and applying stickers, and clear-coating. But it was a kit.
He didn't win or place in the races, but he did get "judge's choice" for best car. He was THRILLED.
We were home by 11:30. At 11:50 I took the 18-year-old to work at Starbucks. He told me about their recent raises to $15 an hour.
I got home and started getting ready for the gravel bike ride I had arranged for 1pm. Everyone -- meaning my three riding companions -- were on time and we rolled down to the levees, where the gravel roads are, literally in the shadow of downtown Dallas.
It was a good ride. A little over two hours. It was cold, and there was a ferocious headwind for the first half of the ride, but my legs were good. There was some alternative trail exploration that was pretty tricky but interesting.
I got home just in time for my significant other to leave for the first of two photoshoots. I hadn't even showered when my son asked to throw the football. So we did. When he tired of the football, I recruited him to help me clean my dirty bicycle. We washed it together and cleaned and oiled the chain. He likes to turn the cranks by hand while I wipe the chain clean.
I started working on my other bicycle while he shot basketballs in the driveway. There were some adjustments it required and I also cleaned it while I had it in the work stand.
I showered, did laundry, read some emails, played chess with my son.
And yet I feel like I didn't get anything done today.
Now I've put him to bed, and I'm exhausted and unmotivated. I'm going to try to read some before sleep arrives.
By 10am we were at a local presbyterian church for the cub scouts pinewood derby. There is a whole backstory to this that will have to wait. But due to lack of tooling and lack of time, this year my son got a kit car from the hobby store. It still involved sanding, and gluing on body parts, and painting, and applying stickers, and clear-coating. But it was a kit.
He didn't win or place in the races, but he did get "judge's choice" for best car. He was THRILLED.
We were home by 11:30. At 11:50 I took the 18-year-old to work at Starbucks. He told me about their recent raises to $15 an hour.
I got home and started getting ready for the gravel bike ride I had arranged for 1pm. Everyone -- meaning my three riding companions -- were on time and we rolled down to the levees, where the gravel roads are, literally in the shadow of downtown Dallas.
It was a good ride. A little over two hours. It was cold, and there was a ferocious headwind for the first half of the ride, but my legs were good. There was some alternative trail exploration that was pretty tricky but interesting.
I got home just in time for my significant other to leave for the first of two photoshoots. I hadn't even showered when my son asked to throw the football. So we did. When he tired of the football, I recruited him to help me clean my dirty bicycle. We washed it together and cleaned and oiled the chain. He likes to turn the cranks by hand while I wipe the chain clean.
I started working on my other bicycle while he shot basketballs in the driveway. There were some adjustments it required and I also cleaned it while I had it in the work stand.
I showered, did laundry, read some emails, played chess with my son.
And yet I feel like I didn't get anything done today.
Now I've put him to bed, and I'm exhausted and unmotivated. I'm going to try to read some before sleep arrives.
When one says 'i got things done' or ' i didn't get shit done' it often seems that there is a specific category of what qualifies as being recognized as doing/done?