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2012-07-12 8:38 PM
This hasn't been a great week, health-wise or sleep-wise or work-wise, but it's been okay. Nothing major, anyway, just the usual ups and downs. At least I got to spend some time with Suzanne and my mom, on different days. So that's at least two good days out of, what? Five so far. If I could hit .400 I'd be in the Hall of Fame, as they say. As almost no one says, actually.
Work problems amount to more or less the usual chaos, but amped up a bit because of amped up tension between the Boss and his ne'er-do-well son Tim. Something one of them says will trigger a fight-or-flight response in the other, and before I can even get involved (which I am loath to do), there are threats that one of them will blow up the company.
And believe me, they both have that power, because their contributions are irreplaceable. One provides the funding that keeps us going during hard times (as well as the ability to get new work), while the other does the actual work. They could find someone to do what I do. It wouldn't be easy, but it could be done.
On the other hand, I need both of them, for the sake of my own security. I'm the one with nowhere else to go, and little likelihood of finding a safe haven, should the worst happen. That's why I'm grateful (not to mention relieved) that most of their threats are empty. Frankly, I worry more about Tim's general health and the Boss's driving skills than I do about the stuff that goes on between them.
Ah, I just remembered the other good thing that happened this week. I've been feeling closed in by the high weeds surrounding my house, and waiting for my yard guy to come around. Finally last Saturday he showed up, and he spent all of Monday clearing out the brush and allowing me to see the rest of the world from my back porch again. The difference it makes it seriously astonishing. It's like coming up for air after being held underwater. For three months. Imagine the relief.
The guy (his name is Alberto, a fact I hadn't known until Monday because I was embarrassed to admit I didn't already know it) joked that some of his customers had accused him of sneaking fertilizer into their yards in the middle of the night. The fact is, things have been growing faster this year than any time I can remember, ever. It's the weird weather patterns we've had that causes it, I'm sure. I don't know if we've really had more rain, or if it's just been spaced out so that it has the maximum effect on growing things.
One way or the other, or a little of both, but the fact is that I can't afford to have Alberto come in and mow as often as the yard needs it, so I'm going to have to figure out a way to keep things under control on my own. I know I say that every year about this time, but this time I really, sincerely mean it. Look at me, sitting in my recliner and typing this on my iPad, and tell me you don't believe me.
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