I had to break down and have my riding mower picked up yesterday for a minor tuneup. I talked them into just putting in a new battery, changing the oil, and sharpening the blade. If it starts up after they switch the battery they will proceed with the other two things and bring it back tomorrow. Cross your fingers for me. After the man picked it up, I decided to use my walk behind power mower in the way-way back of my property. I let Webster outside to wait and watch me as he always does but it didn't work. The new owners of an old house diagonally across the street from me have workmen every day. They had to drill a new well and now they are putting in a new heating/cooling system. Their historic house never had air conditioning. I was about half finished with my hand mowing when I saw a young man approaching. He said he was busy working on the HVAC system when Webster appeared and started licking him. Poor thing. I had to stop my mower and walk all the way up to the front and put him back in the house. He's so lonesome now that our contractors have finished. He can see the heating men's vans and pickup trucks from the living room window where his bed is located. I feel so sorry for him and I know how he feels because I miss our workers too. I have become obsessed with wrapping things up before the cold weather and I never did wash my windows. Today I am determined to do the kitchen window over my sink and the two French doors in the living room. I can do those easily from the deck while the weather is still mild. That will change any day now. See you later. Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's off to work I go.
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Poor Webster. How nice that the man can all that way to get you!
I ope that you had a productive work day.
Awwww Webster. Maybe he needs a dog friend to cheer him up.
Webster is such a sweet, personable dog! A lot of dogs would have been upset to have workmen crawling all over THEIR property and relieved when they left. But Webster liked the company so much that he had to leave home to find some workmen again. He is a very special dog . . . but then he has a special "mom."
Maybe its time to have a play date for Webster...invite over one of his furry friends. :)
Karen
What a wonderful neighborhood, I wish it were I restoring the house across the street, I'd love to have you and Webster and Tabitha for neighbors. Not only are your natural surroundings 100% soul-spiritual, but you've all managed to secure outstanding carpenters and repair personnel, I'm so impressed!
-Flo
It's frustrating when there are things we'd like to do ourselves (such as switching out a battery on a riding mower). We're stopped almost before we begin with silly little things like loosening a set of bolts. It isn't that we aren't capable or don't understand. It's because we simply can't. We don't have the brute strength.
Since losing my husband in July, I'm learning this more and more.
Oh, Gail....I'm so sorry to hear you lost your husband so recently. I wish I were closer so I could help you. I simply could not get at my mower battery that was located under the seat. I've switched them before in other mowers but this one had me stumped. I finally gave up. The repair shop called and it's already fixed and they are bringing it tomorrow. I'm so happy and it'll be all set to go next spring.
How kind of you to say that, Rosemary. I'm at the terrible stage where one day only seems blacker than the last. Makes me question the rest of my life, especially when he was my life.
Thanks.
Gail....You break my heart. It takes time to get over the "What's the point?" stage after losing a life partner. It also helps to have a difficult, mindless task at hand. Do you have a room in your house with wallpaper? Try removing it yourself. I have been trying to tackle every project I was putting off while my mother was alive and it has helped me feel a purpose in my life. It still hurts to go downstairs and I don't go down there except to do laundry. My first inside project for the winter will be to do some redecorating down there. I left the lamp on beside her favorite chair and it burns 24/7 much like the eternal flame at the Kennedy memorial.
You should start a blog to honor your husband's memory. Just continue to make plans, show up, and try to smile. That sage advise is from Anna Quindlen.
xo, Rosemary
Forgive the intrusion, but I have always appreciated the special kinds of comments left in comment sections by "Gail in Northern California," and now my heart bleeds for you, Gail, knowing of the broken heart you have shared with Rosemary who, also, is trying to mend one of the same. For what it's worth, I will hold you both right on top of my heart, and wish you soft landings wherever your weary feet shall take you, one foot at a time. Bless you both.
-Flo [in Florida]
Flo --
Thank you from both of us. You are so sweet to care.
xo, Rosemary & Gale
Rosemary,
When I read this post I thought, "That Rosemary has so much energy and can do itness." Sometimes after I read your posts I feel like I need a little nap.
I've been thinking as I've read all your recent posts that it was probably a good thing you have had so much to keep yourself busy as you are still in mourning. As I read the comments on this post my thoughts were confirmed by your gracious and heartfelt response to Gail.
I was particularly touched by your leaving the light on by your mum's favorite chair. It's interesting what we do for comfort when we've lost someone dear to us. Every night when I go to bed I rub the posts on my walnut pencil post bed that my younger brother made for me and I think of him. He died 4 years ago of a really nasty lymphoma, he is greatly missed not only by me but by the rest of my extended family.
Poor Webster missing all his construction buddies. To bad the guys across the street don't want to hang out with him. They are missing out on some good company.
I'm relieved to hear that your mower was easily tuned up and is now ready for Spring and able to finish up the mowing for this year.
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