Day 309
I am guilty of a little play on words with my subject. It seems to fit though.
I am a stickler for being on time and sticking to a schedule. This morning we had plans to leave home at a certain time to pick up the grandkids. Hubby went out to water the plants while I showered.
The problem was that he did not come back in. I dressed and went outside but he was nowhere to be found. The hose was lying in the ground in a puddle of water. After walking around the house I yelled out for him and he answered. He was in a foul mood.
By this time we were well beyond our planned departure time which put me in a foul mood.
What was the delay? It seems the contractors for the local power company had parked two or three of their trucks on our property. He went to investigate.
It seems the power poles are not in proper code and they will all need to be swapped out. That means windows of power loss for about 4 hours for each pole. The guy was not congenial in his conversation.
We really try not to use chemicals on our property and park huge vehicles there in hopes of preserving the natural landscape. By questioning why the trucks were parked there, it ruffled this guy’s feathers. He countered with he could have knocked our birdhouse down because it is on the right-of-way. Then the threats of spraying all the foliage to kill everything on the right/of-way.
We will need to post the property and give notice they cannot spray. This means the foliage would be cut instead of being killed off with chemicals. I realize this means more work for them, but at some point, the environment must matter.
Why do frustrations with others somehow turn into frustrations with each other? I guess we need to air our frustrations in some way.
We are finally on the road. An hour past our planned departure time. It looks to be a quiet two hour ride.
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