This Labor Day morning I was reflecting upon labor (work, not Labor) as I engaged personally in this great pastime. The particular incident upon which I pondered occured sometime in the 1980's, lets just say it was in 1985. My father's father had a couple of big - very big - trees in his back yard. At least one of them was a cottonwood, maybe both were. In 1985 I would have been 31. Well, as I was visiting him one day he indicated that he had arranged for someone to drop them, and on Saturday intended to cut them up - sans chainsaw assistance. Well, I thought, how could I let this "old guy" do all this work alone? So I said I'd come over and help him. Grandma indicated her gratitude and Grandpa said, okay, if you want to. As we attacked the trees with our bow saws, it seemed an impossible task. But I went to work with a will, and pretty soon was all done in. But he just kept going . . . and going . . . and going. Needless to say, I was not much help to him. It took him a number of days as I recall, but he did it - at least all vestiges of the trees disappeared. But the important lesson for me was that I got out-worked by an 85 year old man. Upon expressing my amazement at this, he merely commented that I was working too hard and needed to slow down. I am not sure I have been very successful in following his advice, but I never forgot it.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Labor Day - I lost 85 to 31
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