I have no idea how or under what circumstances the phrase git ‘r’ done from the Blue Collar Comedy Tour could semantically apply to any but a couple of questionable situations.  But I can say with some certainty, if you haven’t heard it yet, you can’t possibly be American.

The “r” does not refer to “her” at all, but rather “it,” or “the job.”  I’m not going to inquire further into the roots of the expression, because I don’t think I want to know.  I will say, in the country, you have got to make hay when the sun shines, another expression I didn’t quite understand, until I moved to the country.

I always thought to make hay when the sun shines meant you should have fun when it’s sunny;  make hay, as in make HEY! Party it up while you can!  Did you know it means exactly the opposite?  If you don’t “make” the hay, that is roll it up, while the sun is shining, you will not have hay at all, because it will mold and then be useless.  This means I am actually supposed to work when it’s sunny, literally and figuratively.  Work hard when times are good to prepare for when times  are bad?  Oops, not the way I’ve been living at all!

I have said before, for me, motivation is more like a mood.  I work extremely hard, when I feel like it.  For those who really do git-r-done consistently, motivation is a discipline.  I’m not sure exactly how to make that transition in my own life, but luckily I at least have handy hubby and others to set a good example.

As El Nino has promised, we have an early, cold, very wet fall.  Back in July, handy hubby started preparing for the installation of our wood stove, without which we would have had no heat this winter, because the old propane unit that used to be in our little home emitted a smell so noxious that it instantly turned my stomach, so it was the first item to be hauled to the dump when we moved in back in March.  Ordering the parts in July, handy hubby planned to start installing the stove in August, knowing he would have to space out the work to a few hours each morning, which was the only time it was possible to work in the attic considering the 100 degree Texas sun was beaming down on it everyday, all day long.  I asked him why he was doing all this so early in the year, because if he just waited till fall, the temperature in the attic would be quite pleasant.

But, of course, I knew very well why:  Handy hubby prepares, while I on the other hand am the frivolous squirrel still juggling my nuts with thoughts of winter still a world away.

As could be predicted, parts of the stove were on back order for some weeks.  Handy hubby was growing anxious by mid-August, while I was still saying, “Winter? You’ve got to be kidding, it’s still 90 degrees everyday!”  Don’t worry, be happy now.

The parts finally all in, he worked non-stop and with some haste, as if at any moment we would go from 90 degrees, to 50 degrees, when I would surely come close to freezing, leaving him to feel like a retched failure.  Stove installed, he cuts two walls of wood that could surely last through an Alaskan winter, and when that is all completed, the very next week the temperature drops.  He promptly employs that opportunity to teach me the best fool-proof, fire-making method.  Then, as soon as he sits down to finally enjoy the fruits of his labor, he starts to cough.  He’s caught the flu.

Poor dear, but at least now he can suffer in front of the warm glowing fire knowing not only did he make hay while the sun shone, but he really knows how to git ‘r’ done.