This summer has been agonizing for me. I haven’t felt like writing. I haven’t felt like singing. I haven’t felt like moving. I haven’t felt like doing anything! I am waiting … waiting for so many things. I feel that … Continue reading
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I went down this morning to get my bi-weekly massage (Thank you, Linda!!!) and her next appointment showed up a little early. In the middle of my massage, there was a knock on the door. He was obviously a new customer … Continue reading
Have you ever just had one of those days? Today has been that day for me.
It started off so well! I had a massage first thing this morning and that really helped my entire demeanor. As some of you know, I REALLY look forward to my massage and am so relaxed when I get home. I guess that’s why the rest of the day seemed so much more frustrating than it usually would have.
One of my tenants griped at my maintenance man at the Meadows Building because, instead of doing what he asked, Ken told him to talk to me about it. Ok, there are indeed sticker burrs in spots in the parking lot but I had already asked the landscapers to spray them. Ken is my maintenance man, not my gardener, at the Meadows Building. It’s not his job to spray and dig up stickers! I was ready for bear by the time I got down to the Meadows Building.
Yes, I addressed the problem with the tenant. I also said not to make any changes to the Meadows Building without running it by me first, such as painting and putting up signs, which was done earlier this summer. Man, did I get ticked!
I had seen my next door neighbor’s new pavement, right next door to the Meadows Building, and recently they striped it to make for more organized parking. I can understand that but it wasn’t until today, when a long pickup truck was parked in-between the two buildings, that it became apparent how much room those parking spots were actually taking away from the Meadows Building parking.
At one time, I hoped to pave my parking lot also but it was way out of my budget so I’ll have to wait a few years. When they paved next door, they paved to the middle of the space between the buildings but they only own a few feet next to their building so they paved some of my lot. Ok, no big deal. I appreciate it. Thank you.
I have been told that those parking spaces can be used for the Meadows Building also but there is no “Public Parking” sign on those spaces and, since they are now paved and mine are not, it looks like there is a distinct line of demarcation between the two buildings. The customers for my building don’t seem to be parking there. Am I being too picky here???
I have mulled and mulled for the past week about the $2k bill I got from my landscapers and, after today, I have decided that I just can’t afford this guy any more. He takes care of the sprinkler systems at the Meadows Building and my mom’s house and plants seasonal flowers at both places. But $2,000 worth??? I just can’t afford that, not in this fiscal environment. After how today went, I was on a roll so I called and fired him. I don’t know who I’ll get to take it over but I will negotiate a much better deal AND I will make sure that the new landscapers clear all expenses with me before I get billed!
Sitting here tonight and stewing, it finally dawned on me what was wrong. I don’t like it when people do something and don’t give me fair warning when it concerns something that I own. Tell me what you are going to do before you do it and I will probably be fine with it but give me the opportunity to do something better or different or more effective or just something MY way. If you want to pave or paint or stripe or make 35 trips, tell me about it and ask my opinion. Don’t just assume that I will be grateful!
One thing that I AM grateful for is having Ed’s health back. I feel like he has been MIA for over a year and I am grateful to his doctors, his nurses, and the technology for helping us. Yes, there are things he can’t do for a while but that will pass. We are taking our barge trip for my mom and will sit on the river barge on the Danube with some of her friends and drink a toast to her, we will tell stories about her, and we will celebrate her life. I know that she will be there also, enjoying everything but the scotch. I’m glad that Ed will be there because he can enjoy that scotch for her. I’m also grateful that Ed will be there so he can now enjoy all the walking tours with me and we can be totally exhausted after a fun day … together.
I know I’m starting to slow down on my blog and that’s a shame. I enjoy writing and this is good therapy for me. But my life seems too slow at times and way too fast at others. Just to keep you all updated on what’s going on with us:
Ed continues to improve, gaining strength back after the surgery. Knowing how close he came to a possible stroke, I am amazed at the speed of his recovery. Surgery on Friday afternoon, release from the hospital after lunch on Saturday, breakfast at the Snooty Pig on Sunday morning with Misty, and back to regular activities on Monday, including driving a car. In—credible!
This week has been very, very interesting and I have had a wonderful trip back through memory lane. We are going to pave the parking lot down at the Meadows Building. Since we need more parking, I would like to empty and then tear down the old, tin garage down there. I got a storage building up at Nonnie’s house and we have been going through the old garage, moving stuff I want to keep to the storage building, throwing away the termite-ridden wood, recycling old metal, and dumping what is just totally un-salvageable. My goodness, the things we have found!
An old recipe book of my great-aunt’s, plus her old reading glasses
- A Ford Model A User Manual from the 1920’s
- From the old Meadows Grocery,
- Two old, wooden counters filled with drawers
- two counter stools
- lots of short platforms used as stepping stools and for displaying weekly specials
- a metal Camel display rack
- the old cash register
- two glass display counters
- A multitude of post office boxes, both metal and wood, and customer windows from the old post office in the Meadows Grocery building
- The Admiral refrigerator, the kitchen table, dishes, bowls, and cooking utensils from the Meadows Grocery kitchen
- A wooden trunk full of Nonnie’s toys, journals, and autograph books
- An old cane rocker
- Old hand-woven baskets
- Old bed frames, mattresses & box springs, a dresser and chest of drawers, with personal items and sewing patterns still inside
- Two old sewing machines
- Various tables and chairs from various decades
There are just too many items to remember them all. Unfortunately, most of the wooden items were falling apart, literally, from termite damage but some of the less-damaged items I am going to keep and see if they can be repaired. I can’t believe all the heavy red oak counters are now mostly destroyed. I am just thrilled to have the items worth keeping and will not mourn the ones we have to throw away. I can at least protect the items we have left.
One fond memory, for which I am teased by older family and customers:
I used to sit on the stools behind the check-out counter when I was a little girl and wait for customers. I’m quite sure that Nonnie would put me there to contain me, but I don’t remember that part of it. When a customer would enter, I would smile and say something like, “Hi, my name is Kay. Who are you?”
I may have lost many things, but I still have those two stools. And I think I have that precocious child in me still, even after all these years.
I have decided to write a country song. I don’t think I ever really believed the old songs that talked about the songwriter’s dog dying, the truck being stolen, the house burning down, and the spouse leaving ‘em. I mean, really??? If all that happened to me, I don’t think I would be writing a song about it!
Well, on the other hand, maybe I’ve got my own song to write this week. It might go something like this:
My son’s mad at the world and he won’t call.
Hubby’s been using me for a walking cane, so he won’t fall.
My old dawg quit eatin’ and then she passed.
What a week this has been! Geez, how long can it last?
When I stopped by Mom’s house, I set off the alarm.
The Meadows Building is costing a leg and arm.
Dog Sam has a danged infection; allergies are just that way.
Goat Bob likes to head-butt me and that’s on a good day!
Friday afternoon, to surgery Hubby will go
To fix his pain in the neck … and mine too, you know?
Termites have invaded Mom’s storage barn and garage.
What more can go wrong? Surely, it’s all been a mirage!