Yesterday was a mad scramble to get the floors ready for the furniture arriving today. Specifically, the master bedroom and living room tile. It wasn’t cleaned of the grouting material. Not even close. So I arrived at nine a.m. to find it that way and mopped the whole house. It still looked bad. I called my wife and told her the situation. Driving back to her house, grabbing some cleaning stuff, we landing back at the farm and started work. She mopped and re-mopped the master bedroom. I concentrated on the portion of the living room that would be reserved for the large sectional couch. I scrubbed the wood-look tile on my hands and knees. After five hours, the tile was much improved but mediocre. It would have to do. We were whipped.
If I had it to do over, I would do it differently. The language barrier was too much. The expertise was too limited. The price was too high. I still have a month of work left. I have untold fixes on work done or left undone. I have time. Especially if I make the life changes I have in mind. Dropping an activity here a relationship there. Adding goals and discipline in their place should do the trick. Goals will be easier than discipline. The discipline I don’t have is the discipline I’m talking about. An everyday get up and push-up and run and diet, in a mental sort of way. The path to discipline a path divergent to natural tendencies. The ascent of discipline is the descent of natural tendencies. The seasons of discipline are the winter of discontent, the spring of effort, the reality of personality and the harvest of an essentially modified and more disciplined natural tendency.
If my life is to be better then I have to be better. My temper must be kept in a different place than on my sleeve. What I expect and what think the world should need to be seen as humorous approaches to life that when confronted by real life, are exposed and trampled – with a giggle! The tendency of me to allow inane circumstances to kerfuffle my demeanor is many a splendor-ed disorder. There are so many stories that could be drawn from the tormentors who bring out the worst in me and tantrums that love to be brought out with them.
In any case, living room, bedroom, and dining room should arrive today. I’ll call my mortgagee to get an answer on how I get my money held in escrow. I’ll get it, I know. Along with the long awaited FEMA checks. To day I should buy the two TV stands. One for Francis and one for Sawmyl Synders. Need to call the plumber about the natural gas line. Need to call AT&T about cable. Need to find someone to cleanup the jungle that has developed in the beds around the house. Plenty to do while the heat of summer is still on. Plenty to be done before the heat needs to come on for winter.
About that house in the back, you were saying? Oh, yeah, the little log cabin that faces Veterans drive. A real log cabin with an efficient fire place and water well and an aerobic septic system. Where the water can’t get to me and the neighbors are close and the original farm house is 2,000 feet from my new door step. What happens first? How about designing that puppy complete so that you can then start putting in a foundation. Who will we meet? We’re bound to meet somebody. Who will we lose? Old man river I should hope.