As already mentioned, all the good answers are taken but, since I’m such an incorrigible slacker actually accomplishing something where I can see physically that I’ve accomplished something make me feel good. I practice a kind of benign neglect in my yard but it went way beyond benign into completely overgrown in the back and sides and I cleaned that all out this past week, including doing battle with my arch nemesis, The Wild Rose Hell-Bent on World Domination. I swore this year I would get rid of that damn thing if it killed me and it nearly did. The scratches on arms and legs make me look like I’ve been wrestling with barbed wire. I decapitated the wild rose with a chain saw and big ass loppers and it was extremely satisfying. But I find myself looking out at the yard and how clear it is and the big piles of brush and sticks and branches and being quite pleased with myself. I still have a couple of stumps and the poison ivy to deal with and arranging to have the debris hauled off but it feels pretty good. That’s this week at least.
I also found the mother lode wasp nest full of the creatures that have stung me 4 times in the past 2 weeks and I slaughtered them. I unloaded an entire can of horrible wasp toxins on them and that felt pretty good too though I kind of felt bad for the one survivor. I couldn’t help thinking that on some level he understood that things had gone terribly wrong at home.