Let's go back to flowers or progress on the house, shall we? Flowers are doing well. House is stalled. Something is stuck. Troubles. I can't quite figure it out, but I think the urging to get this thing accomplished please, pretty please, get a move on, is wearing the man out. We have just two weeks before half the family shows up and I.want.it.done.
And I'm feeling pressured in other ways as well. My mother's headstone has been ordered since late January. It was supposed to be set up for Memorial Day. Didn't happen. I stopped by the monument shop for the fourth time to learn that Canadian Pink had not arrived. I say, "I have family coming from around the country and Canada in two weeks. I expect that stone to be ready." I say it looking straight into his eyes and with steely determination. He says, "I know, ma'am. What can I do? There's not much of a market for Canadian pink these days." I say, "First time you've mentioned that that would be a problem. Is it possible to call Vermont and ask what's going on? To say that you are being pressured by the customer?" He grins and calls and wonder of wonders, the stone has arrived (from Canada) and has been there for several days. He makes the arrangements for picking it up yesterday and, by all that is holy, he had better have done that. I did have a light moment listening to his side of the conversation.
Yes, I have the customer right here. Yes, she's a little concerned. Can I pick that up at noon? Yes, I think I remember where you are, on the right, up the hill, past the Cabot Cheese Factory.
And I think to myself, everything in Vermont is up a hill past the Cabot Cheese Factory.
So there you have it, the story of my life in quick bits. I'm a lumpy, frumpy, dumpy, annoyed, old woman who wants what she wants now. Go ahead, play Dr. Phil and ask the question: How's that working for ya?
For you, I wish a much happier, peaceful weekend...