The last few weeks have been nothing short of chaotic with everything coming to a close on the projects at hand. The country club is on its final round up and I have secured two more to revitalize as well. But they want those done in the off season, which is fine with me
I’ve been to the café every day this week to try and in a sandwich and huge glass of sweet tea but as soon as I sit down the phone rings and I’m off like a dirty shirt. That’s ok, I’m not complaining much but my pants are getting a bit baggy.
Lori and Mom are coming home in a couple of weeks; I sort of miss Lori punching about trying to get into some trouble. She is getting ready for the sixth grade, gone are the days of the Bratz notebooks, she’s on to the Jonas brothers stuff. However she’s still a huge webkinz fan but will only admit it to a very few people.
Luke is still the part time stay at home dad with the whole crew. He said the twins are growing like weeds and so are their lungs. Kyle has no interest in his little brothers yet, “they can’t do anything”. Camen thinks they are dolls and wants to put them in her baby carriage so Julie has to keep an eye out on that one for a while.
Mom and Pops must have had a pleasant stay at the gulf, when she calls she sounds so chipper. I like that, maybe that’s the deal they need to be away from us. I know life is much easier when he isn’t around growling at people then turning around and saying sorry.
Jacks has had some interesting turns on his job and school is of course blowing along for him. I just wish he could settle down and relax a bit now, he deserves it.
I hope to go back the “retired” ladies house this week, as soon as she decides what she would like done. I like to talk to interesting people and find out what’s going on inside their heads.
Monday, July 27
Thursday, July 16
Letting go...
As I said, I wanted to think about the lady I’m currently helping out in her yard and garden area. Apparently this woman has been working all of her life at the same job. “Forty eight and retired” is all she really said to me when we first met. She was sitting at the table smiling kind of softly like she was looking back at the nearly the last five decades of her life, she had only been retired a week.
From the sounds of it, she didn’t want to leave but it was forced upon her. “I was called in the office and asked to sign my computer off before I left”. She didn’t want to go into the details of the meeting; she just said it was all a huge shock to her system. Like someone came up from behind and hit her in the back with a board to knock the breath out of her. I told her good riddance on the job they lost an important cog in their net work. Again she smiled at me and looked down; she kept telling me “I don’t know what to do next, where to go”. The thought of that made me pity her even more.
To get up every week day for all those years, walk in do your work and walk out and accomplish what ever mundane tasks were required before the next day of work makes me think about my own life. After the lawn business and the café, where to next? Do I settle down and hope that maybe a son or daughter of mine would like to carry it on? Or grab a partner and just “retire” myself letting them handle everything.
Oh I know I have a long wait for all that, but to talk to her and listen to her stories. I see it all goes by so very quickly, in a flash your life can change without notice. When you are young death never creeps into your mind, in fact you feel invincible. Death is for the old or sickly. I’ve seen it far too well and know far too well that isn’t the case.
She rattled on about not trusting people in the work place; everyone smiles and is jolly – to your face. Then it’s all squabbles and cat fights to see who can get ahead. She told me she tried her best to keep to herself on all non office matters. It’s not that she was a snob or a prude but she’d see the inner workings of the other office people, she knew what they were capable of.
I look at her and see a woman that dedicated her life to her position. She never married; in fact she said the guy she was engaged to was caught cheating so she delved more in to her work to forget. She made some good friends along the way, made a lot of memories.
I guess life is funny like that, one minute you are working and another person is walking that same direction with the board in their hand to give you a shake or a rattle. Some people are evil and devious and can only be happy shaking that board and swinging it at others. All you can do is sit back and hope the board swings the other way.
From the sounds of it, she didn’t want to leave but it was forced upon her. “I was called in the office and asked to sign my computer off before I left”. She didn’t want to go into the details of the meeting; she just said it was all a huge shock to her system. Like someone came up from behind and hit her in the back with a board to knock the breath out of her. I told her good riddance on the job they lost an important cog in their net work. Again she smiled at me and looked down; she kept telling me “I don’t know what to do next, where to go”. The thought of that made me pity her even more.
To get up every week day for all those years, walk in do your work and walk out and accomplish what ever mundane tasks were required before the next day of work makes me think about my own life. After the lawn business and the café, where to next? Do I settle down and hope that maybe a son or daughter of mine would like to carry it on? Or grab a partner and just “retire” myself letting them handle everything.
Oh I know I have a long wait for all that, but to talk to her and listen to her stories. I see it all goes by so very quickly, in a flash your life can change without notice. When you are young death never creeps into your mind, in fact you feel invincible. Death is for the old or sickly. I’ve seen it far too well and know far too well that isn’t the case.
She rattled on about not trusting people in the work place; everyone smiles and is jolly – to your face. Then it’s all squabbles and cat fights to see who can get ahead. She told me she tried her best to keep to herself on all non office matters. It’s not that she was a snob or a prude but she’d see the inner workings of the other office people, she knew what they were capable of.
I look at her and see a woman that dedicated her life to her position. She never married; in fact she said the guy she was engaged to was caught cheating so she delved more in to her work to forget. She made some good friends along the way, made a lot of memories.
I guess life is funny like that, one minute you are working and another person is walking that same direction with the board in their hand to give you a shake or a rattle. Some people are evil and devious and can only be happy shaking that board and swinging it at others. All you can do is sit back and hope the board swings the other way.
Wednesday, July 15
A little bit longer
Well we are going to have to hold off on the web page. I’ve been terribly busy the last 2 weeks it’s unreal. The café is rocking along with foods and smells like you wouldn’t believe. Walking in I get the instant hungries and still have to wait in line.
We are also about to knock out the country club and working on another project with another club, see, I said we were busy. Right now I’m lucky to get in a good 6 hours sleep with all the projects going on. Most of them are going to with the City projects. I get up work and then eat dinner and go right to bed. Gah, I'm boring!
We have the twins in now; they came last Sunday/Saturday. Julie and Luke checked into the hospital on Saturday afternoon and around 5 am on Sunday the little rascals were born. The naming of them was still a battle to the end; last I heard it was Gab and Riley – both boys. Luke didn’t care for either name so they did a bargain and lost Gabe and went with Levi instead, nothing like having a nephew named after a jean. They are cute round little chubs with curly blonde hair, nothing like their older siblings locks; I swear I couldn’t find Caymen when she was born for all the hair on her head.
My G and PG came a few days earlier to take care of the older runts while Julie was away. Jacks and I had the fun of coming in the last minute to see the two newest additions. Aunt Lori and Mom were already there jumping up and down to hold them.
I spend most the day there and then raced home, Lori and Mom and Pops drove back to the gulf and Jacks left to go home. Only to be hit with a storm that knocked his power/internet/phone out, talk about living in the Stone Age. I pitied him when we talked on Tuesday; he spent the night in a hot condo sweating to death hoping someone could fix his problems quickly. (Last account I heard from him he had power and internet) He said no one even noticed he was gone.
I met an older lady on Monday helping her in the garden and yard. She’s interesting to talk to a bit sad; I can’t wait to get what her story is all about.
Maybe in the next few weeks we can jazz up the new web site.
We are also about to knock out the country club and working on another project with another club, see, I said we were busy. Right now I’m lucky to get in a good 6 hours sleep with all the projects going on. Most of them are going to with the City projects. I get up work and then eat dinner and go right to bed. Gah, I'm boring!
We have the twins in now; they came last Sunday/Saturday. Julie and Luke checked into the hospital on Saturday afternoon and around 5 am on Sunday the little rascals were born. The naming of them was still a battle to the end; last I heard it was Gab and Riley – both boys. Luke didn’t care for either name so they did a bargain and lost Gabe and went with Levi instead, nothing like having a nephew named after a jean. They are cute round little chubs with curly blonde hair, nothing like their older siblings locks; I swear I couldn’t find Caymen when she was born for all the hair on her head.
My G and PG came a few days earlier to take care of the older runts while Julie was away. Jacks and I had the fun of coming in the last minute to see the two newest additions. Aunt Lori and Mom were already there jumping up and down to hold them.
I spend most the day there and then raced home, Lori and Mom and Pops drove back to the gulf and Jacks left to go home. Only to be hit with a storm that knocked his power/internet/phone out, talk about living in the Stone Age. I pitied him when we talked on Tuesday; he spent the night in a hot condo sweating to death hoping someone could fix his problems quickly. (Last account I heard from him he had power and internet) He said no one even noticed he was gone.
I met an older lady on Monday helping her in the garden and yard. She’s interesting to talk to a bit sad; I can’t wait to get what her story is all about.
Maybe in the next few weeks we can jazz up the new web site.
Thursday, July 2
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