That’s how I feel at the moment, anyway!<\/p>\n
When I got the cord of wood last week, I told Mr. Thibeault that I wanted a second cord, but I’d have to call him after I got back from Albacon and had gotten the first one stacked. I stacked the wood on Monday, but I’ve had so much to catch up with, I hadn’t gotten around to calling Mr. Thibeault. Knowing how hard it was to find firewood until recently, I was hoping he hadn’t sold out, and I was going to call him today. I needed to go find his phone numbers and so on, and I wasn’t sure I could reach him until after sunset because he’s out in the woods working.<\/p>\n
Just a short time ago the phone rang. I was hand-grating beets and potato to make vegetarian red flannel hash (hey, it’s something different) and my hands were all messy, but I answered the phone. It was Mr. Thibeault. He had some wood all loaded and wondered if I still wanted it. Plus, he’d give me the same discount if I paid cash (which I did last week). When I enthusiastically said yes, he said he’d be here in twenty minutes!<\/p>\n
Wow, that was easy! I went scuttling down to the bank to cash a check (an advantage to living in a small town, everything is down the street), and within ten minutes, the wood was here. I’m all set with the second cord, and I didn’t even have to find the phone number! He also complimented me on my nice stack of wood. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
Of course, I just scorched my red flannel hash because I was typing this journal entry, so clearly there are limits to being in sync. *wry smile* Good thing I like food that’s a little burned!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
That’s how I feel at the moment, anyway! When I got the cord of wood last week, I told Mr. Thibeault that I wanted a second cord, but I’d have to call him after I got back from Albacon and … Continue reading