Daunting tasks ahead

[washing machine]

Later today, I have the chore of clearing the storage area. Boxes and debris have been amassing since 2019 there's also and suddenly the heavy tool cabinet in the rear needs to be retrieved.

[washing machine]

What heavy lifting, either physical or mental, is staring you down right now?

[tree_]

Pretty much the same for me. Dealing with all sorts of storage issues a lot lately. Just about to tackle some more shit right now.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[washing machine]

Later today, I have the chore of clearing the storage area. Boxes and debris have been amassing since 2019 there's also and suddenly the heavy tool cabinet in the rear needs to be retrieved.

When voice to text dictation and background podcast noise mix.

[washing machine]

Got to petition the mods to merge this with the home improvement thread

No.

The mods can be most helpful by changing the thread title to Daunting Tasks Ahead: A Chores Thread and then moving it to Tech Support

[knee tunes]

Got to get a bunch out of my garage and to the Goodwill that’s 40 mins away

Got to get some tool racks mounted on my garage wall

Got to petition the mods to merge this with the home improvement thread

My daunting tasks ahead don't have to do with home improvement tho

[BurtReynolds]

Trying to finish something that normally takes 2 months in about 2 weeks. Oh well back to work.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Yeah this isn't a home improvement thread. My daunting task is to get through this bout of existential dread coming over me. That isn't anything a 7" ring shank spike nail can fix.

[dad]

mine is the first mow of the year.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

Cramming a lot of video editing in tonight so I don't have to work for the rest of the week so I can go to the film festival

[doug rr]

watering the garden..maybe prune some things

[E.H. Ruddock]

Good luck jorge

[Jorge]

Thanks Ruddo and Doug

[spike]

Similar storage cleanup issues as mentioned by others.

But first getting all the patio furniture out for the summer, so I can get to said storage items easier.

My most daunting task is doing all this while my wife recovers from surgery. No lifting over 15 lbs for six weeks, and we have a two year old. I’m pretty tired from just the last few days already.

[washing machine]

Yes, the toddlers can be helpful up to a certain point by keeping themselves entertained or helping with small tasks within the task. And then the ADD kicks in. That point is typically about 15-25 minutes into a chore for mine.

Luckily mine is in daycare on weekdays. Unfortunately, depending on if I closed the night before, my energy levels don't always make that kid-free time as productive as it could be.

[bodysnatcher]

Figuring out how to place a doordash order

[Dev]

opening RM and doing my daily mod work

everyday I dread it

[washing machine]

Currently on the couch employing the R.I.C.E. method on my knee after twisting and turning across scattered boxes in that storage area.