Thursday, September 1
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Sunny, but not as hot today.
The daily check in talk with the contractor went better today. For some reason, all the intense pressure I felt from him to ORDER THE DOORS FROM THIS PARTICULAR COMPANY RIGHT NOW was gone.
We talked for a while about everything else he managed to get done (installed some dense foam insulation at the top of the basement where the house sits, up under the floor between the joists. He let me know what work was being planned in the near future. Tomorrow the furnace guy is coming back and tweaking a few things, and adding a floor vent to the sun room so it will be warmer.
Things are moving along, and it feels good.
I met up with a lady selling some art materials for cheap at the nearby gas station.
I was trying to manage my time so that I could meet up with R to go to a training demo, but everything went sideways at the gas station.
The gas tank cover wouldn't open. My husband advised that if I could find someone to hold the lever in the car, I could likely pry open the cover.
It took time for the gas attendant to be able to help me. It did work (and apparently now I need to lubricate the latch for future).
Then there were more people at the pump, and I had to wait a while (small town gas station, only one attendant).
Then I went in to pay for the fuel, and the guy ahead of me was close friends with the gas attendant, and he had a very long, very sad story about how he and his wife were moving, would really miss the gas attendant, they loved her very much, their dog got ran over, his wife is inconsolable, does not want to get a puppy yet, and...other stuff.
Even though I was in a hurry, I had kind of given up. The whole process of opening the cover and getting fuel had taken far too long, and I would likely now not be able to meet with R (who had set a firm time).
This guy might as well have a little cry with the gas attendant about the dog, and how he will miss the beloved gas lady.
I got home, told R to go ahead without me, and I decided to drive to the riding demo myself.
The person giving the demo is a fairly well-known trainer around this area, and R learned most of what she does from him.
I gotta be honest though, nothing I saw in the demo was really worth what I went through to get there. It was almost exactly what R does at her barn. Everything this guy demonstrated, R is doing with us. I have done some of the same stuff already.
So, it was VERY GOOD, but not different from R's work. I can't even understand why R wanted to go. Just being supportive of the people who hosted the demo?
So it really wasn't worth the stress of trying to get there, and the half hour of driving there (then back) and having it eat up my day.
I'm not upset about it, but I don't get it.
I did get the online results for the most recent show, the one I posted of us doing the pattern without a bridle. We were the only person in that class, so that's moot, but the scores (broken down into each element of the pattern, like the halt, the back up, the circles) were okay. Not excellent, but good. Where we lost points I agreed with their assessment, and I guess the shirt I wore was good enough.
So, that was most of my day. Eaten up by miscellaneous non-accomplishment with zero productivity.
Today I learned about Bill Blackbeard, a man who personally archived many old comic strips gleaned from old newspapers from many different sources. In the 1920's and 30's etc, the papers did not keep archives of its editions, and no permanent archive existed for many comic strips. If not for him, many strips would have been largely lost to time.
From his collection, many reprint books have been published.
https://www.tcj.com/bill-blackbeard-1926-2011/
Sunny, but not as hot today.
The daily check in talk with the contractor went better today. For some reason, all the intense pressure I felt from him to ORDER THE DOORS FROM THIS PARTICULAR COMPANY RIGHT NOW was gone.
We talked for a while about everything else he managed to get done (installed some dense foam insulation at the top of the basement where the house sits, up under the floor between the joists. He let me know what work was being planned in the near future. Tomorrow the furnace guy is coming back and tweaking a few things, and adding a floor vent to the sun room so it will be warmer.
Things are moving along, and it feels good.
I met up with a lady selling some art materials for cheap at the nearby gas station.
I was trying to manage my time so that I could meet up with R to go to a training demo, but everything went sideways at the gas station.
The gas tank cover wouldn't open. My husband advised that if I could find someone to hold the lever in the car, I could likely pry open the cover.
It took time for the gas attendant to be able to help me. It did work (and apparently now I need to lubricate the latch for future).
Then there were more people at the pump, and I had to wait a while (small town gas station, only one attendant).
Then I went in to pay for the fuel, and the guy ahead of me was close friends with the gas attendant, and he had a very long, very sad story about how he and his wife were moving, would really miss the gas attendant, they loved her very much, their dog got ran over, his wife is inconsolable, does not want to get a puppy yet, and...other stuff.
Even though I was in a hurry, I had kind of given up. The whole process of opening the cover and getting fuel had taken far too long, and I would likely now not be able to meet with R (who had set a firm time).
This guy might as well have a little cry with the gas attendant about the dog, and how he will miss the beloved gas lady.
I got home, told R to go ahead without me, and I decided to drive to the riding demo myself.
The person giving the demo is a fairly well-known trainer around this area, and R learned most of what she does from him.
I gotta be honest though, nothing I saw in the demo was really worth what I went through to get there. It was almost exactly what R does at her barn. Everything this guy demonstrated, R is doing with us. I have done some of the same stuff already.
So, it was VERY GOOD, but not different from R's work. I can't even understand why R wanted to go. Just being supportive of the people who hosted the demo?
So it really wasn't worth the stress of trying to get there, and the half hour of driving there (then back) and having it eat up my day.
I'm not upset about it, but I don't get it.
I did get the online results for the most recent show, the one I posted of us doing the pattern without a bridle. We were the only person in that class, so that's moot, but the scores (broken down into each element of the pattern, like the halt, the back up, the circles) were okay. Not excellent, but good. Where we lost points I agreed with their assessment, and I guess the shirt I wore was good enough.
So, that was most of my day. Eaten up by miscellaneous non-accomplishment with zero productivity.
Today I learned about Bill Blackbeard, a man who personally archived many old comic strips gleaned from old newspapers from many different sources. In the 1920's and 30's etc, the papers did not keep archives of its editions, and no permanent archive existed for many comic strips. If not for him, many strips would have been largely lost to time.
From his collection, many reprint books have been published.
https://www.tcj.com/bill-blackbeard-1926-2011/
