I’ve had a day.
No power. No water.
A tornado through my town, a poor eldery lady was crushed by a falling tree and died. Truly terrible.
My stuff was tiny.
Nevertheless, part of my life.
I realised last night I had partial power in the house. Blank spots. Garage and laundry were also out. I checked the fuse box, all okay, but my water pump was also off. I found one wall of the barn had no power. I ran a lead from another wall to the pump and turned it back on.
Then it wouldn’t cut out when it hit max pressure. 🤦♀️
I shut it down.
Pondered….this might be a network problem…
No shower for two days. Ewww.
Tonight, after fitting in my car service in the nearby city, a manicure, a brow tidy up, a laser treatment (all three things in different places, what a vain old woman I have become!) a Zoom meeting with the franchisor, and booking an electrician and water pump specialist, along with contacting the electricity network to fix the pole phase fuse…nailed it!
Lordy.
On top of this, the builder and his team turned up to finish some tidy up jobs, and pick up the last of their gear.
He came in as I was chopping veggies for soup.
And my 60 something year old, hipster-ish builder said, I quote, “thank you, Paula. Thank you for your patience. For paying so promptly, every bill. I just want to say, this has been my favourite renovation I’ve ever done. I know it’s been long. And a big challenge with timing and supplies. But I hope you like it. I love it, it’s the most stylish bathroom I’ve had the pleasure of doing. Made me want to get to the job in the mornings. I see your plans for the next phase, I see your home, and LOVE your new carpet. You should be a designer, the ideas are just great. When you get to the subdivision stage, just get me to build houses on this land. I love this property so much.” He laughed.
I know he’s ensuring I call him again when I have the funds to finish this job…the main bathroom.
But he’s good.
I was flattered.
And I told him I love it! And thanked him for doing a totally brilliant job of finishing this project to the highest standard.
The longer this goes on, the more I feel like I am starting to do life right.
A drive past the business location when taking the loan car back to the car dealer to pick mine up, and progress on the build is happening. Phew!
A quick email fired off to the franchise build guy, outlining some electrical requirements I have thought of, to go in before the slab is poured….
Home.
Shower.
Soup.
Dog snuggles.
A horse racing in the nearby city tomorrow, then off to a chili and margaritas night with some old family friends, down the coast from BG’s.
I have no idea what he’s up to. He kinda messed up again, re: anniversary. Not big. Just sick of asking someone to consider my needs. And it’s okay. I’m just sailing my own ship here.
It’s a hell of a launch! 🚢
And I pondered my recent dream. Imagine if Rog and his Trinket didn’t work out? That would mean he threw out his family, sold our business and means of making a living, and moved to a region he purported to dislike, for no decent reason, other than chasing tail!
Imagine!
Tearing at the Fabric 