Two confessions.
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First,
my porch is CLEAN!
A little embarrassed that it had to be done on a Sunday.
I have a whole misguided theory of work on Sunday.
I don't work outside.
This theory has evolved over the years.
When I didn't have a job
outside the home,
I didn't even do laundry on Sundays
or run the sweeper,
or heaven forbid...
gardening.
Then, when my girls went to school,
I started working,
and all of a sudden,
Sunday
was
laundry day.
(well so were Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...but most of you get that scenario)
but still,
heaven forbid,
nothing
OUTSIDE!
Over the years,
I have still held to the
Nothing Outside
Rule.
I would not hang clothes, pull a weed, hose something off,
or heaven forbid...
MOW!
But a lot gets done inside,
and
sometimes
I even go to work at the shop on Sundays,
just to get a little jump on
Monday.
I am not proud of these confessions,
but
sometimes,
after church,
I launch into full work mode.
This past Sunday,
I really broke my rules.
I
cleaned
the
FRONT
porch.
Not while cars were going by heading to and from church though...
In the evening
when traffic was lighter.
Hey, at least I still have some morals!
And last night...
I sat here and rested
and
finished my afghan.
Aaaahhh,
worth the disgrace!
However,
the day that I
mow
on
Sunday...
just beat me!
I have this terrible gripe
about RETIRED neighbors
that sit around all week
and run their mowers
ALL DAY on
Sunday!
But we won't go there now....
And now the second confession...
Monday was delivery day.
Supposedly JWS' delivery day,
but a water line broke
and we had a clogged drain,
so those events determined my fate of delivering.
Large boxes of shirts,
and not
LIGHTWEIGHT
boxes of shirts.
And the Dyson to be repaired.
I had a circle,
I had the paperwork
(for the shirts and the Dyson).
First stop,
Rosebud Mining,
Dutch Run Mine.
Turn off the main road
onto a dirt road,
when that dirt road ends,
go left for a little bit,
then right when you see the rusted bridge,
follow that until the road splits into three,
make sure that you take the center of the split,
back through the equipment
to avoid driving into the pit.
Those were my directions
the last time I was there,
I figured I would remember
and I did.
Here is where the problem came in.
I pull in,
stop,
open the tailgate,
get out the box...
oops,
I forgot the invoice that is laying on the front seat.
Open the driver's door,
balancing the box on my hip,
reach in with my right hand,
grab the invoice,
without looking,
skillfully fold it in half
and place it in the box,
proud of myself that I didn't
a. trip
b. drop the box
c. dump the shirts
or
d. all of the above.
Slightly smug at my new found grace,
I deposit the shirts in the mine office,
back out of the parking area,
(we are not going to talk right now about the close encounter with a large piece of yellow equipment)
make one minor
wrong, but lovely sightseeing tour, turn
and on to the rest of the deliveries,
one being the 200 shirt replacement
from the wrong year
on the shirts...again,
not part of THIS story.
THIS story evolves when I arrive at Sears
with the under warranty
Dyson.
We will also leave my love/hate relationship
with Dyson for another day.
I park,
reach over on the seat for the post-it note
with the case number
to get the Dyson fixed
and...
it is not there!
Anyone care to guess where it is?
Ding, Ding, Ding!
ON THE INVOICE AT THE MINE!
All this would not be so bad,
if I didn't have to call the shop to get the phone number for the mine.
JWS
thinks I should drive back and get it.
Miles and time aside,
he does not understand the close encounter
with the coal loader huge yellow thing
and
the wrong turn.
So I call,
the mine foreman almost seems to find it humorous
that he has to give me the number to get my sweeper fixed.
Ha Ha Ha,
HE did not see the grace I exhibited getting everything in there.
He also did not see the close encounter with that big yellow thing!
Comments
work on Sunday, I am guilty of it. we usually use Sat as our work day. I hate working full time as I would do all I needed during the week.
Cathy
Happy Hump Day!
hugz,
Sheila
I like your no Sunday work ethics...one would consider you similar to the Amish...(smiles...that's a good thing)
I remember my grandparents had the same rules for working...I think most or our grandparents/great grandparents had the same thoughts as well.
Blessings,
Karen
Sorry about your delivery mess.
Teresa's Heartfelt Stitches
I hope your week goes better.
Enjoy your day!
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