Body, Mind, and Spirit by Ree
The cows on the ranch are having calves left and right. They’re cute little boogers, frolicking and running and jumping all over the place. They remind me of a time in my life when I had energy. You know—back when I was two!
Never mind. That’s just my Merc exhaustion talking. You know when you’re completely depleted in body and mind, and you can’t really imagine not feeling that way? Or when you have a dream that you’re trying to run but you can only drag your legs slowly along the ground?
That’s how I feel when I watch the calves running around the ranch these days.
Oh, please don’t worry! I am totally fine. This is nothing more than a normal human body’s response to the stressors of being in the end stages of an enormous renovation project—one that will, in less than a month, be a store, restaurant, and bakery. I honestly think the “mind” part of the exhaustion is more at play than anything; never mind my life have I mentally multi-tasked to such a degree. There are cabinet colors, floor colors, light fixtures, cabinet pulls, window signage, products for the store, online store design, warehouse operations, packaging, opening day festivities, deli menu, to-go menu, bakery menu, coffee menu, uniforms, t-shirts, caps, staff, insurance…
My name is Herman, is what I’m saying. Nice to meet you!
But as busy as it is…we’re getting into the fun part. This is the cabinet for the grab-and-go cases, which will be filled with salads, soups, entrees, desserts, drinks, and snacks that Merc customers can take home with them if they don’t have time to order, sit, and eat. I wasn’t sure about the gold color, but I went with my gut and pulled the trigger on it. I love it! It’s kinda soothing and edgy at the same time.
Oh, that brings me to this: My body and mind may be weary, but my spirit is sound, man. I wake up and read Psalms every morning, and I would highly recommend this to anyone who is renovating a historic building in their small town and might be in need of a little daily boost.
(I would highly recommend it to anyone else, for that matter.)
So I might have bags under my eyes, but my spirit is doing backflips just like the calves in the pasture!
By the way, here’s what Brooke Shields does for bags under her eyes—at least what she did for bags under her eyes when she wrote a beauty book her freshman year in college, a book that I read over and over in the hope that I would look like Brooke Shields: She stored spoons in the freezer, then removed them as needed and held the underside of the spoons against both eyes. It’s brilliant!
It’s also very cold.
I love you, Brooke Shields.
Marlboro Man is coaching three football teams and has four weeks of games left. He’s running on empty as well, but we come together in the evenings, laugh at the chaos, and reflect that this (both football and finishing the Merc) is a temporary season and that we will soon be through the weeds and into clear pastures.
Then we pass out and see who can out-snore the other.
Have I made you tired yet? Haha—sorry! But at least I haven’t posted any photos of my lethargic Basset Hounds.
(This cat is a whole other chapter going on in our lives right now. I’ll have to cover his weirdness in another post.)
Happy Monday, friends!