Last evening my husband made an ill-advised comment that began with “You don’t understand because you don’t have children…” and ended with me making some strategic changes to my advance directive and my obituary, damn straight! My obituary and my advance directive are works in progress. I’m not kidding when I say I’ll have a bouncer and a velvet rope as I lay dying. I set the standard for childish reaction, it is my life’s work.
Each June luna moths come here to Hippy Hill. They’re drawn by the light at the steps. I am enchanted by them. This year the birds have attacked them and left nothing but shredded luna wing remains on the steps in the morning. It is a tragic situation that disturbs me. I can’t look.
This morning, as I kissed my husband goodbye, he pointed out two luna moths. We encouraged them to fly away but they wouldn’t. My husband used the grill tool to transport the luna moths, one at a time, to the edge of the woods under some ferns so the bluejays wouldn’t eat them. After he left, I made some adjustments to my documents.
It is my hope that the courageously optimistic people with plans for wedded bliss will ALL live happily ever after.
Don’t drop your knickers.
If you must drop your knickers, don’t rush to get married.
If you get married, don’t create a business together.
If you become entangled in a business venture, don’t engage in any construction projects.
If you must construct a building, don’t waste time remembering how it was before you dropped your knickers.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Every life has pitfalls, some are huge and some inconsequential. Yesterday, I had a conversation with a woman regarding the high rate of narcotics addiction here in the Hinterland. I told her about my brothers and she said, “Terrible things have happened to you.” Don’t you worry, I didn’t waste a nanosecond before correcting that misinterpretation of events- “None of those things happened to me, they happened to my brothers, I was just a bystander.”
It can always get worse. My husband used to say about Joe, “It doesn’t get any worse than that.” I used to retort (it was a retort, that’s who I am, I’m a retorter.) “It does get worse. You could be a quad and you could have cancer and you could be home alone and the house could catch fire. Now that would be worse!”
So here I am faced with a construction dilemma, could be costly and unpleasant or maybe not. I am not wailing and wringing my hands, looking skyward asking the celestial Big Daddy, “Why do these things happen to me? What have I done to deserve this?” Bumfudgit horse pucky! There ain’t no celestial Big Daddy looking after me because if there were that would imply that I am not responsibly SELF-directed.
Whining and worrying doesn’t change things. Action changes things. Sometimes you just have to haul yourself up by the knickers and sally forth to face the world.
For redundancy’s sake let’s reiterate a few things.
I am resistant to quite a lot, particularly changes that I do not initiate.
I am opposed to working as hard as we do.
We got into this building project against my wishes.
My husband is usually right about business; however, I am always right about implementation.
Reader Friends, against my best judgment, I’m getting quite excited! We’re building a warehouse for our business. We will live in a loft apartment upstairs. The steel is going up. Contrary to what you may be thinking, it will be a good change. I will work less because our operations will be in one location. I will begin to delegate! I do not intend to use the interior fire door stairs but rather to commute via the exterior stairs, and walk around the building, to the office door. More information will be accessible to everyone so I will not be working once I’ve left the office for the day. I will once again dress for work. I will like my residence because it will be separate from my office.
This is a close approximation of the view from the kitchen window. The kitchen window will be about 10 feet higher than this but I had a limited amount of time to get my rickety carcass up on the crane while my husband wasn’t looking to snap some pictures before I got caught.
I seeded the earth behind the building with wildflowers indigenous to this part of the country. The building is in the middle of a blueberry patch so a manicured lawn would be silly.