So, my last post was actually about a month ago, although I didn’t realize I had saved it as a draft instead of publishing it.
So, a month has passed. I got another cord of wood on Thursday, the 8th. First I had to spend the day clearing snow from the driveway so the woodsman could bring his truck up. It’s just your average Econoline panel van, and, actually, coming up the driveway isn’t so bad, because he’s got a half a cord of wood in the back (he makes two trips). But, going down, he’s empty, and it can be slippery.
Anyhoo… I hauled and stacked wood on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and today. By myself. Thanks, everyone!
Yesterday, an odd thing happened: Angela came to our house after spending about 4 days at school. She had interviewed for a hostessing job at a local restaurant, and taken care of some other odds and ends, I imagine. So, she came into our bedroom and told us that they wanted her to work from 4 to 10:30, three nights a week, so she turned them down. She said she can’t work that many hours in a week, because it would interfere with her studies. Okay, I thought, so I asked, “well, how many hours a week do you want to work?” And, she threw me such a dirty look and answered, “I don’t know”.
“Nineteen?”, I asked?
She grabbed her things and stormed off in a huff.
“Eighteen?”, I thought to myself?