Saturday, December 18, 2010

Somewhere near a year ago, I planned to assemble a couple of tables for the house. I purchased the tables along with a book case (also needing assemble). During a discussion with Housekeeper, I opened the box containing the book case and carefully set out the pieces on the living room floor.

Over the ensuing months Housekeeper vacuumed around the obstacles – the other two boxes propped against the dinning room wall and those loose parts I so carefully set out in the living room.

She didn’t do those those chores without some mention of my laziness, lack of initiative, shortage of gumption, or positive red-neck collection of ‘things’ without goals and, maybe, she indicated, a willingness to live as a pack rat might. I took the massive abuse.

While I didn’t revel in the morass of ‘lacks’ in my personal being, I heard them and felt compelled to refute her claims of ‘hick.’

It’s just that I had several other things on my mind, so didn’t bother to explain myself to her. I do that quite a bit to people and it seems to drive them bonkers. I once had a girlfriend who was a thief. She came from a good family but became a crack whore and when I refused the cash to create her stash, she stole from me and hocked or sold the goods. Especially after my insurance agent pointed out in her presence that he was tired of paying claims that originated from the inside.

As with most with her habit, she liked good things. So instead of hearing for the third time her refusal to  leave at my invitation, I chose the two largest rooms of my house and proceeded to tear out the ceilings and walls (plaster and lath). I left the basic stud and rafter works exposed for eight months, driving the woman to distraction and eventually into retreat and she left my house to the waiting arms of one of her suppliers; which eventually lead her into a racially mixed marriage; which led her into prostitution (she lost her job due to non-attendance) as her husband had to pay alimony to his ex-wife, child support (six months old), car payment and a house payment.

I then completed the insulation of the outer walls and and installed the dry wall and completed the home renovation I had planned to include the wall to wall carpet.

The point being, of course, that I have a great deal of patience to ill living while determining if I have, indeed, done correctly in any project not requiring immediate action/reaction.  Thus, the time delay as I processed the installation of the tables and book case that so bothers Housekeeper.

I explain all of this by way of understanding me when I say that yesterday I rid myself of the three items in contention over the past year. I cannot see myself living in conjunction with them when my home renovation plans are completed.

There remains another consideration to my bargain ridding myself of the items – somehow word of the deal I struck circulated about the village and one of the village council members dropped around when I returned from the parts run yesterday evening. He mentioned that since I was ridding myself of possessions, he was in the market to receive a couple of tools he knew I possessed, and where they are located in my workshop.

I have little or no trust in this individual and have no memory of him being in my shop building by invitation, thought his friend, near neighbor has been inside – though not by invitation.  I have noted, however, he has a fondness and affinity for my near-neighbor and two of the three daughters of the village money person. This council member has aspirations to higher office and is not independently wealthy. The third daughter is of a non-substance leaning and she detests the councilman for a ‘Yes, Man” mentality. I’m afraid that this man is in for a surprise because the daughter is now running the business and the money man will probably last not long what being very, very ill.

I considered my equipment desired by this person and named a price our conversation led me to believe was three times the freebie he sought and he told me he’d let me know in a couple of days if he would pay the price.

Yes. You’re correct. If he comes back around the item will have been sold to someone else for a lesser deal (not really. But that is what he will hear).  I just know that Housekeeper will be thrilled to see the three boxes gone.

I just know it.

photoshare Peaceful El Paso TX JCFindley


From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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