For 3 months I’ve interacted daily with my remodeling contractor. He’s a sweet, thoughtful man who goes out of his way to make sure I’m feeling good about his work.
He recently shared with me that a new woman client refused to give him a key or use a lockbox at her house — she had to be home whenever he entered. This makes it difficult to get his work done. When he asked about other options, she said, “I want to be home when you’re here. I have daughters and I don’t want anything to happen to them.”
He was insulted.
When I hear someone declare, “There’s nothing new under the sun” I want to scream, “Have you not been alive the last 10, 20, 30 or 40 years?” So much new has been invented you’d have to have been living under a rock to believe the trite saying they so adamantly express.
I’m not talking about an actual physical space, but instead, of the verb form. An action that is just for show.
While doing some work on my house, the crew accidentally messed up the outside box where the wires come into my house. I have VOIP through Comcast so wasn’t sure the wires were even relevant. So I called Comcast and they told me to call AT&T.
I did. The rep was helpful and said the wires running to the house were their responsibility so she scheduled a guy to come out the next Monday. Since it was Friday and it wasn’t urgent since I still had phone service I said fine.
My visit to the summer farmers’ market yielded a delightful feast for the eyes and mouth. The bright-colored fruit and veggies were displayed with gusto. The abundant fruit samples at the many stalls were succulent delights.
Approaching a vendor displaying large watermelons, I asked “Would you do half?” He nodded yes. “How much?”
“Five dollars” he responded with an impish smile on his face — a whole melon was $5. I obliged with an exaggerated expression of disbelief.
“No!” I exclaimed.
When I stepped on the hotel elevator on the second floor, the only other person inside was a twenty-something woman. She was crying but working hard to not. Yet she couldn’t stop. I have been there — something hurts so badly you can’t control the emotion, even when you’re in a public place and you feel embarrassed at not being able to stop.
I paused briefly to look at her, unsure whether to ignore her and mind my own business to my 14th floor room. I noticed she’d pushed the 6th floor button so I knew we wouldn’t share this space long.