As usual I was in my grass cutting gear.
After I picked up all the trash I cut both sides. Then like the good Samaritan I am, go back out into the street and blow all the clippings back onto the grass. That's the easy part. On both sides of our street are ditches with tons of huge exposed rock. After I broke my second mower blade decided to weed eat them instead of riding. A weed eater only weighs a few pounds but when you don't even weigh a hundred and are five foot four after about fifteen minutes it feels like you are slinging around a fifty pound piece of equipment. It kills my shoulder but there is nothing more pleasing than finishing up and admiring your handiwork. I'll have to admit, I do a bang up job.
I was working under pressure. I had to be at work by four and had promised Barb I would go by our new favorite BBQ place and pick her up some sandwiches. She's the eating-est thin woman I've ever met. She told me last night at work before I left, "I want three sandwiches and some Brunswick stew." I told her last time I went and Massey was with me she wanted one of their loaded potatoes...a baked potato split in two filled with pulled pork, sour cream and cheddar cheese. Barb added "Get me one of those too."
I only had time to bake two pans but have the rest of the dough in the fridge for tomorrow. At least I had her twenty four cookies. Jumped in the shower and left only fifteen minutes later than anticipated.
You know me, had to stop for gas and put water in my radiator. I got smart and called in my order to the BBQ place. I've been going there the past few weeks after waiting on the owners one night at work. I called work to tell Len, Barb's husband not to eat because I was bringing him a sandwich too. The server who answered the phone said to bring him one as well. I ended up ordering seven sandwiches, a loaded potato and a pint of stew.
I got to work ten minutes late but fortunately we were slow and they didn't need me. I walked in with the two huge bags of food and another cook said "I wish I had known you were going there, you could have brought me one."
Guess I'll just start buying in bulk and selling sandwiches to other employees at a slightly inflated price to compensate for gas.
Drank four cups of coffee and started another shift after scarfing down a yummy BBQ sandwich.
I'm running on fumes. My last day off was late August and my next day off is Thanksgiving. I feel like a Latino who can't be kicked out of the country.
When I checked out tonight, Barb asked how much she owed me for the food? I told her eighteen bucks. She gave me ten and a twenty five dollar bottle of Chianti which I am drinking right now.
So what I work seven days...at least I am working. There are people who would kill to have my work schedule and unfortunately some who work to avoid it.. I am loved and cared for by my restaurant employers and have three other days to sometimes rest and read between moving out some mattresses and furniture. I give both jobs my all and that's all you need to be successful.
Success is defined by Webster as "The achievement of something desired, planned or attempted."
I desire, sometimes ill plan but always attempt.
We aren't rich, aren't poor but simply living hand to mouth and we are happy.
Here's the zinger. Webster's also defines happy as "Enjoying, showing or marked by pleasure, satisfaction or joy."
My life hits all the marks. I am successful and I am happy.
Tens of millions would be grateful to walk in my flip flops.
Heading to bed to resume my horizontal position. Waking up again tomorrow, now today and kicking butt again .
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. The more YOU love the more you will BE loved.
Til next time, a much wiser COTTON