Some are Starters and Some are Finishers

Our back yard is a mess. There were high winds last night that blew branches off trees all over town. It appears that most of them landed in our backyard. I feel badly for BigB who spent a lot of time this summer getting the backyard in order. He had the fence repaired, cleaned and stained, cleaned the seating area, did some plantings, got rid of the ivy taking over the lawn and relocated the barbecue.

I take credit for getting the whole thing started. Last year I was out back one day when I noticed the ivy was out of control on the brick wall of our house that borders the back yard. It occurred to me that it was an excellent place for spiders to set up shop. I decided to clean it up a bit because I didn’t want the spiders jumping out at me if I brushed up against the ivy. Three hours later most of the ivy was off the wall and BigB, suddenly cognizant of my absence, showed up in the backyard with an attitude. He could not understand why I would randomly just start tearing down the ivy. Besides not sharing my spider phobia, BigB also doesn’t have my imagination, so keeping the potential spider attacks out of the narrative for now, I quickly outlined my new grand vision for our backyard. It just happened to begin with tearing down the ivy which was going to destroy the brick if we continued to let it grow unchecked. BigB began nodding his head, liking the picture I was painting for him. This backyard did indeed need some work and if I was willing to tackle it, that was fine with him. I worked hard on it for a couple days and then was distracted. The backyard stayed untouched for a year, complete with barrels and gardening gloves, looking as though someone had casually walked off the job to get a cold drink which someone had and then that someone picked up a magazine, started reading about a new exercise regimen and never went to the back yard ever again.

BigB, after spending the winter thinking and making lists as he is wont to do, entered spring with a plan, which he executed beautifully, thanks to me getting him started.

It’s going to look great out there again as soon as he gets all these branches cleaned up.

Are you a starter or a finisher or a starter AND a finisher?

Chicken out

  13 comments for “Some are Starters and Some are Finishers

  1. October 30, 2017 at 2:02 pm

    You have nailed work, exactly. If I am the foreman, I start and finish!


  2. October 30, 2017 at 4:41 pm

    I both start and finish things, in my mind. I will conceive an idea, imagine it through to its conclusion, and then, realizing the amount of energy it would take to carry it out in the physical world, return to my cold drink and magazine.


    • jenny_o
      October 30, 2017 at 5:34 pm

      Funny! And also familiar ๐Ÿ™‚


    • October 30, 2017 at 5:58 pm

      Hi Paulette-I can see you, cold drink in hand, gazing off into the distance, executing your many brilliant plans!


  3. jenny_o
    October 30, 2017 at 5:34 pm

    LOL . . .This is very familiar. I am a starter, mostly. So I understand the barrels and the gloves sitting in the yard. I’ve had two bags of planting medium (i.e. dirt) sitting in front of the garage–in plain sight of everyone who drives past–since mid-summer. I dug up one flower bed next to the walkway, was exhausted, and never did get the dirt added and raked. Some day (based on past experience) I will seize an hour by the lapels and just finish the job, and wonder why it took so long to get around to it.

    Your plan was brilliantly executed. (It was a plan, wasn’t it?) You are what they call a motivator.

    We are getting the tail end of your storm today and tomorrow. No branches down here yet, but it’s very windy. The rain is starting too. Good luck with the clean up. That last is directed at your husband, obviously ๐Ÿ™‚


    • October 30, 2017 at 5:57 pm

      Obviously:-) You totally get me. This post was originally going to be about discipline vs consistency. Can you have one without the other? A can be very disciplined but only for short periods of time. Eventually, something else gets my attention. So is that inconsistent discipline? Or not discipline at all? And which comes first? The discipline or the consistency? And I thought of you because you decided and announced, at one point, that you would be blogging every Monday and Friday and by God, you’ve stuck to it, which is amazing to me. I see you as very consistent AND disciplined. But then I was looking out the window at all the branches and my post just sort of took a different route. It meandered, so to speak.


      • jenny_o
        October 30, 2017 at 6:24 pm

        Oh my. I guess I have you fooled. In my blogging, I am consistent/disciplined. In the rest of my life? Big nope. I think the reason I’ve done it with blogging is because I get so much enjoyment from it. It’s not usually a chore.

        Sigh. Now you know the truth ๐Ÿ™‚


      • October 30, 2017 at 9:26 pm

        Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone!


  4. Doug in Oakland
    October 30, 2017 at 10:50 pm

    Spiders? SPIDERS???!!! Remember my spider story from three Halloweens ago?
    Our friend Zsuzs has set up her “garden” in our back yard: Three large umbrellas and many, many plants in various decorative pots and planters, along with some tree-chunks she has sanded and Envirotexed, which help hold the umbrellas down when the wind picks up as it often does here. All up on the concrete, while the grass has a brigade of little, black, spiders, who mostly just mind their own business, so I usually try not to step on them when I walk back there.
    The neighbors were rebuilding the fence out there yesterday, so I’ll check out how they did when I go for today’s walk in a little while.
    I like finishing the things I start, and tend to get a little frustrated when folks wander off from things they start doing that get in my way. If it’s not in my way, I don’t usually care. But I do sometimes finish things that I think need finishing if I can manage it and don’t see it happening any time soon.


    • October 31, 2017 at 2:37 am

      I remember a few spider stories from you-I’ll have to look back to see the specific one. The garden sounds nice but the little black spiders are a drag of you ask me. I couldn’t enjoy myself knowing there’s a sea of spiders just beyond the concrete. I don’t wish them ill will. I just don’t want them in my yard. NIMBY. I’m prejudiced against spiders. There. I said it. I don’t like other people’s unfinished projects in my way either. I don’t finish them though. I relocate them. I’ve got enough to handle with all my own unfinished projects:-)


  5. November 1, 2017 at 7:48 am

    Your method of gardening is quite familiar. I practice it myself. Branches, if not whole trees are down from last winter and I have yet to go out with a chainsaw. Norma gardens around the ruin to good effect. I get some dark looks, but what can I do? It has been nearly 8 years since I was a boy of 60, and I am lazy. Can I balance laziness with a disinclination toward work? This is the sort of question senior citizens have pondered a long time. I believe I’ll sit here and ponder it further.


    • November 1, 2017 at 11:19 am

      Geo-let me know what you come up with-I know it will be good. Your body may be lazy but your mind is always on the go.


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