Therapy through weeding

I woke up happy as usual, but I realized it's saturday, and this day is no different than any other day of the week, and I got so discouraged by the lack of work in my life, real hard work that helps me go to bed happy and satisfied. Reading book after book doesn't bring me satisfaction anymore. It's like eating chocolate cake with out any restrictions... it's not satisfying anymore.
I believe in times like these people get hooked on drugs or alcohol. Lack of structure in their life, nothing to look forward to, free time in California is as good as it gets, and yet it doesn't feel good anymore.
I am not sure why the people I interviewed with hadn't contact me yet... when they said they will last week. Don't get me wrong, I don't believe they will pretend they lost my number. I worked there before, and they also know mw very well, plus I have family member who meet with those people on a daily basis... except on weekends :-p This waiting situation is beyond my control.
SO I decided to take out my frustration on the weds in the backyard. Mom started this morning and did half of the stone fence. It's hard work indeed. At noon I had a meltdown, realizing that I MUST do something or I'm going crazy, so while the weeding tools were available, I got to it. Put gloves on, but took them off shortly after since they were too small for my hands, and got going. Apparently I worked my way through the invasive greenery very fast... that is why I call it therapy. It helped me vent, exercise, sweat and feel real tiredness. Now resting has a sweet flavor. My muscles are soar and I have blisters on my right hand... but I am happy and satisfied. And I suspect mom is also pleased that I shared the work with her on a hot Spring day in California.