Procrastination is its own reward

Yesterday, I learned something of why I procrastinate--the object is hard in some way. A few examples...

 

I have numerous honey-doos (clean/clear the driveway, remove a closet, replace some outlets, refinish the kitchen walls, etc.) requiring my attention. I have been most industrious in working on them, too. A combination of Jonah & Niggle (as in Leaf by Niggle by Tolkien). I have installed a project manager (plan by Ubuntu, I think).

 

This program allows you to analyze the fsck out of the project, but I found myself being endlessly and almost recursively reductionistic. I had the task, the subtask, the resource, the assignee. I never actually worked on the project, though. Program too complex. Too simple was Astrid, for the Android.  A to do program, it is great for small recurring reminders like clean the bathroom, vacuum, & the like, but no subtasks. Trello is better.

This program allows collaboratively assigning tasks to "boards" & you can put checklists on it & assign tasks. It has couple potential for mutual projects like working on finances, a family trust, or any project requiring cooperation.

 

I got closest to, instead of just thinking about the project, to actually working on it. I have two in mind now, clearing the outside (more details in a minute) & taking down the closet in the corner of our office. But it took the intervention of my wife to make it happen.

 

I am not what you would call a physical worker.  I love talking pictures & sharing them online.  I love working on the church website. I don't like using a shovel. To make a long story longer, I need to supply some details...

We have some holes in our backyard & a pile of dirt in our driveway. The only point of access: a door too narrow for a wheelbarrow, which requires me to carry buckets, two at a time. You know how much that weighs? Neither do I. It seemed to be as heavy as the earth. Bad joke...

 

I worked for an hour. A long, agonizing hour. Putting the dirt into the buckets was easy. Dumping them out was easy. Carrying them through the garage (sideways, part of the way) & into the backyard was not.

 

I am woefully out of shape. Suspect I have a lot more manual labor in store. Good thing lawnmowers have wheels.