(My view yesterday while I worked)
Woke up yesterday morning to drizzle. I’d hoped to finish a metal roof on our two-story garage. The garage is an old house dating back to the 1870’s. If we had the funds, it would make an awesome guest house. Sloped ceilings in the second floor rooms. Old old wallpaper still on the walls. Blueish green antique doors. A chimney that still works…..
and a family of raccoons that have moved into the attic.
I realized a few weeks ago, they’d put a couple of holes right through the roof into the attic, which explained why we were starting to get water stains in the ceiling of our storage room.
We were re-watching an episode of Downton Abbey last night. There was going to be a cricket match between the house staff and the locals… Molesley (one of the footman) kept going on and on at how good he was at cricket….his dad had been a coach….it made me cringe listen to him toot his own horn. I looked over at my wife and told her, “If I ever start sounding like that...tell me! “
Sometimes in my desire to keep it real here, I want to write about the good stuff that is going on in my life, (like the retaining wall job from last week.) But, then I start to second guess myself, lest I sound like a Molesley 🙂
Life is a mix.
I’m not interested in the sanitized version of your life. If something good is happening, I want to hear about it.
And, if something has really got you vexed, I want to hear about that too. Because my life is a mixture, hearing about how other people deal with things helps keep me sane.
I have some older friends that I consider pretty well grounded. My favorite stories from them are about things that trip them up…and I want details...so on that note, I am going to close with a recent event from my life.
I was approached a few years ago by XYZ. (a local store) They wanted to sell our apples through their venue.
Sure. Win-win I thought.
Because it was a new business, in my desire to help them out, I suggested, rather than getting paid, I would spend what they owed me as in store credit.
Sure she said. Sounded great she said.
Well, we did it for two years, but every time I stepped into the store, I sensed an under-current of hurry/ hurry/ stress, stress. This last season, I kept asking where we were at on the ledger sheet? I would hear,
“I’ve written everything down..don’t have the exact total now….but I will.”
This happened multiple times. Got more awkward ever time I brought it up. Finally I said, “Just cut me a gift certificate and that will simplify things for both of us.”
Even that felt like I was pulling teeth.
Did I mention, the owner, sucked at returning phone calls, texts, etc. Yea, well I finally called, left a message and said the following Thursday I would stop in and wanted to pick up the gift certificate. I texted a reminder the day before, since no one ever picks up the phone when I called. When I stopped in, the wife wasn’t there, but the husband mentioned she was up like at 5:30 that morning working on my total.
I sensed tension.
I’m thinking to myself, this is ridiculous.
Life is too short.
Selling apples is a hobby for me.
I am not even generating that much income.
I refuse to put myself in a situation where there is tension every time I step through the door, so I decided earlier this summer, I had had enough. I contacted the husband. Told him I was simplifying my life this Summer and would not be selling apples through their venue in the Fall.
That would give him plenty of time to line up another source for apples.
Well, there has been a $35.00 gift certificate attached to a magnet on the frig ever since. I have not wanted to go back to the store. Toyed around with giving it to someone else as a gift.
Then, the other day, I thought, what the heck...that is my money. Plus, they have delicious cheese in the store…and locally produced wine. I am going to stop, and buy a block of delicious blue berry cheddar , and pick up a bottle of semi sweet Riesling Castle wine. Then I am going to celebrate the completion of two very stressful projects.
So I did.