I am absolutely exhausted. There are many posts coming; they are written in my head but I have to actually stay awake long enough to be able to put them here.
I've been traveling a lot lately and there... is just a lot going on in my life. Some of it dealing with family, some with work, some with some volunteer work I do. All of it has hit critical mass and although I'm fine, doing what I do, sifting through it, punching off items on my to do list, I am pretty beat.
Odd situation of the year (for me): I was in a meeting with 150 women. I was one of the major players.
I never think about age. It is irrelevant to me. What is more important to me is 1) are you kind? 2) are you interesting? 3) can I learn from you? If the answer is yes to all three, I'm game. I don't care what you look like, where you come from, what your age is, or how you dress... nothing.
Just be you.
The bonus of this is I have a very eclectic group of friends. The odd side is... I sometimes find myself in these weird situations when I realize... I'm the odd man out.
Like being in a meeting with 150 women and realizing, that out of the blue, 10 days early, I'm about to bleed to death. After the realization I am not prepared, and a quick prayer of thanks that I'm wearing black, I scouted out the room to see if I could pull a woman aside and ask for an assist. A quiet muttering of, 'You won't believe what just happened to me..."
Except, of the 150 women, I realized... I was the ONLY pre-menopausal woman in the room. Everyone was well past that stage in their lives. Fortunately, I was able to salvage the situation, but that was the first time I ever really realized... most of my friends are 10+ years older than I am.
Yes. I laughed. Even at the horror of it.
So I am in the process of heading up a big project... placing a historical marker in St. Augustine where the first Christian celebration took place. I have vowed to the Director of the place where the marker will be placed, to keep it rustic. The marker won't be tacky on a pole. It'll blend with it's natural surroundings.
I've been working with a marker company to get the plaque made and my trip to St. Augustine was two fold, one for the meeting and two for checking out the marker situation. We decided to have the marker bolted on a piece of coquina.
Sounds simple, right? I got the name of a quarry and have been emailing him. I just needed to go up and get a good feel for stone.
Not all stone is created equal. Limestone will wear away. Granite was going to look too 'cemeteryish'. I found myself standing on some big rock declaring to him, "I love this one! Let's use this!" for him to respond, "Mmm. That's not coquina. I can't cut it."
Rock. Evidently some of it you can't cut.
So I'm bounding all over the quarry, standing on coquina, tipping it over, angling from side to side to see if it will fit my plaque, which we have now realized is MUCH bigger than we had anticipated. My wording for this marker is making this marker be 20" by 29".
Mark that out on a piece of bronze, add 3" to each side for play, and you are now looking at 26" by 35". That is a big dang piece of bronze.
That I now have to find a piece of stone to bolt it to.
So I finally found one, scurried to the top of it and said, "THIS! This is it!" to which he said, 'Oh yeah, that'll work....'
He walked around and around and then said, "Yeah. It's about 3000 pounds. We can chip away at it, get your marker to fit, epoxy it on, and then have a crane haul it over and place it..."
At which point my girlfriend and I nearly fell out, because in all the logistics we've been sorting through my head, 'hauling it by crane' hadn't come into play.
Also, 3000 pounds of coquina wasn't in the thought process either.
So I'm in the process of getting the marker made smaller, more manageable, and seeing if we can take this big rock down a 1000 pounds.
I had to go to where the marker was to be placed to make sure a crane can fit, as in, 'no power lines or low hanging trees'.
When I wasn't at work today, I spent the day doing a lot of manual labor with my sons, lifting stones out of my car and getting a Rosary Garden started at the Church where my mother in law died.
It has been 13 years since she died, while leading the Rosary on the altar of her church.
My eldest is building a Rosary Garden at her church and it consists of a 16" x 16" paver for every Hail Mary and a different 16" x 16" for every Our Father. There are pavers in between for the 'string' of the rosary. All in all... we've been placing over 100 stones today. (There are five 'decades' in a rosary. Ten Hail Marys are said, separated by an Our Father.)
So with the lifting, placing, turning... I'm pretty beat.
When it's finished, I'll post a picture. A Rosary Garden is a Prayer Garden.
It should be nice.
Posted by Boudicca at February 18, 2013 09:23 PM