Here’s three short stories from my life this past week…
On the gardening front…
I texted my neighbor Mark on Friday : “Next time you are hauling manure, would you mind dropping off one or two bucket loads? … whatever $25 would buy.”
(I’m planning ahead for next seasons garden and fall is the perfect time to apply manure.)
He wrote back, “OK Yea, how about $0?”
I am still savoring Mark’s generosity.
On the honeybee front…
My bee mentor has been managing bees for about 40 years. His name is Curt. When I checked on our two hives earlier in the week, I wasn’t sure what I was seeing. It looked like capped brood (that’s up and coming new honey bees) above the queen excluder and a dark uncapped substance lower in the bowels of the hive. I was concerned I may have some nasty disease getting a foothold in the hive. The excluder is a screen that (in theory) prevents the queen from going where you don’t want her to go. Normally, queens are slightly bigger than her smaller worker bees and she can’t squeeze through, although once in a while, it happens. There is just so much I can learn via the internet or a phone call. What I really needed was someone who knew what they were looking at to make a house call. Texted Curt, Next day we set up a time for him to stop. He manages a 120 hives of his own, and I didn’t feel right about having him stop without compensating him something, so I addressed it right up front. All he asked for was a few yellow apples when I start picking.
I was SO appreciative of his generosity of time. I’ve mentioned it before but Curt is the perfect mentor. He doesn’t come across like a know it all. He asks great questions and doesn’t feel like he’s in a rush when he’s here.
And finally on the construction job front.
I’ve been framing walls on a commercial project the past month. Couple of weeks ago, the electricians were “trying” to pull their main wires through some buried conduit. There were two of them (Brian and Joe), and Joe was having a heck of a time. Joe didn’t ask, but I stopped what I was doing and grabbed onto the pulley rope with him. Couple of big tugs later and the first wire was through. He really appreciated it. He told me that final joint at the end is always a bugger. He had one more wire to pull, and It turned out to be even tougher. The two of us, side by, side, both covered with sweat, pulling with everything we had. I’m not an electrician, and it wasn’t my responsibility but he needed a hand. I didn’t do it for any other reason than that is how I was raised.
Met Fred (the owner) of the electrical company later in the week. Introduced myself and told him how much I enjoyed working with his guys. (There have been other random interactions throughout the week. besides me helping pull wire.) On Thursday I asked Brian if need be, could I borrow one of their scissor lifts to install a handful of hangers? (Ours was going back to the rental store the first of next week.) Absolutely he said. He showed me where they hide the key in case their crew were not around.
On Friday Brian told me they had their weekly shop meeting and was told not to hide the key on the lift. Fred the owner told Brian to “give Doug the combination to the job trailer, s where I could find the key for the lift.”
I was humbled by their trust.
I had a great encounter @ the Lowes customer service desk this week as well. This post is getting long enough, so I’ll save that story for another time. How about you? Any good encounters lately that left you encouraged? I would love to hear about it, and I love details 🙂 DM