I keep thinking the word for the day is going to be wait.
But that doesn't seem to be the case.
I dispatched Mom to Menards for 1-1/2" flexible pipe to get the water out of the hole faster
We dispatched the water from the hole to the hay field.
The man in the truck dispatched the 3/4" wash stone into the foundation pit
It was a day of confident dispatching (and, also - ankle deep mud, an unexpected water geyser in the face, a new schedule for footings to be set.)
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I am enjoying this practice because it feels like play. There is nothing on the line and I am getting back in the swing of working with my hands and practicing not being afraid of making mistakes.
There is a certain confidence and speed with which we work. A combination of confidence and MacGyver. That there is always more than one way to solve a problem. We don't need the perfect solution, just the one that will work best before the gravel truck comes.
Trying not to panic that we (my team of colleagues from different organizations) have a training next week. We are very organized in terms of logistics, but none of us has actually put together our final content. This is why I love my team so much. We just get stuff done, eventually, no gripes and no hard feelings.