On and Yon

I don't mind saying that I put in a good day yesterday. Took my walk early, then got to the old barn and managed about 90 minutes productive work. I came home long enough to clean up, and drove to Toledo to call on three customers. Arriving back at the Shop around 12:30, I set about getting everything done for today which needed to be done for today, actual manual labor most of it. I broke a sweat (horrors!) before locking up the place for home around 4:30.

Feeling rather too proud of myself, I recollected on my accomplishments as I walked into the front hall. Reaching for my cell phone, I realized that I had left it on a shelf on a charger at the Shop.

Aw nuts. I'd have to retrace my steps and fetch it. Yet I almost talked myself out of that. What's the chances I would really need it overnight? 

But the fear with that is, late yesterday afternoon or evening would be the one time in months someone might try to reach me in a serious emergency. Short of that, perhaps I might get an important business call. "Forsooth, Martin! I am in desperate need of a new drain serpent forthwith, immediate upon the coming morn! Make haste to return my inquiry, lest my hand be forced and I seek the aid of yon competitor."

I need the money more than yon anybody. I went back and got my phone. 

Everything just exactly wrong

I've had long days; we've all had long days. Some days things just seem to pile on, and all we can do is be thankful we're past them.

Once I was on the road for 19 hours. Midnight until Seven PM. I concluded a hard sell (okay, that part was good) and then got caught in a traffic jam within an hour of starting back home. It lasted about ninety minutes. When I had cleared what had caused the problem - a truck trailer by then to the side of the interstate looked like the Hand of God had karate chopped it midsection into an elongated V shape (how that happened I don't know) - I decided to heck with it, I'd take the scenic route for awhile. Why not? See something different than the freeway, enjoy the country air, just have a nice ride.

A train caught me at a railroad crossing. It only delayed me about, oh, ninety minutes. The train for some reason sat completely stopped for most of it.

This put me in Toledo during rush hour. I-75 in north Toledo was under a massive reconstruction, so that obviously slowed me down all the more. But eventually I was through all that mess and in south Detroit (you sang it, didn't you?) and as I neared my exit I actually said aloud, "Thank God I'm home."

The exit was closed.

Okay, all I had to do was go to the next and circle around. First World problem. It still felt like my shoelace just busted.

But I supposed we've all had worse too. When it happens to me I'll let you know.

Taut shoelaces

I've had long days; we've all had long days. Some days things just seem to pile on, and all we can do is be thankful we're past them.
Once I was on the road for 17 hours. Two AM until Seven PM. I made a hard sell (okay, that part was good) and then got caught in a traffic jam within an hour on my way home. It lasted about ninety minutes. When I had cleared what had caused the problem - a truck trailer by then to the side of the interstate looked like the Hand of God had karate chopped it midsection into an elongated V shape (how that happened I don't know) - I decided to heck with it, I'd take the scenic route for awhile. Why not? See something different than the freeway, enjoy the country air, just have a nice ride.
A train caught me at a railroad crossing.
This put me in Toledo during rush hour. I-75 in north Toledo was under a massive reconstruction, so that obviously slowed me down all the more. But eventually I was through all that mess and in south Detroit (you sang it, didn't you?) and as I neared my exit I actually said aloud, "Thank God I'm home."
The exit was closed.
Okay, all I had to do was go to the next and circle around. First World problem. It still felt like my shoelace just busted.
But I supposed we've all had worse too. When it happens to me I'll let you know.