17th May 2024
“The one thing you are good at is finding ways of making money” I blurted out, this was not what I had intended to say.
“The one thing I am good at!!” Kelli exclaimed,her mouth was wide open.
I meant to say “ one of the many things you are good at…” it just goes to show how a few additional words can make a tremendous difference, and avoid a punch in the mouth.
We had a good laughs about it.
The whole conversation started because we collected a free dresser from an address in Saugatuck that we had visited before. The owners had a garage of furniture from a second home that they had sold. We loaded up the dresser and a blanket chest, but the rest of the furniture they planned to sell on Marketplace.
There didn’t seem to be a lot of excitement in the lady’s voice, so on the way back Kelli hatched a plan to offer her services to post the furniture and to take a commission. I thought it was a good idea and made the compliment, which didn’t come out right.
I guess I will be ribbed For a long time, as “ Golden tongue Pete”
Later in the afternoon I met up with my new friend Lloyd for couple of beers. As we were engrossed in deep conversation, I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned to see someone I didn’t recognise, he then introduced him self in the Geordie accent I did remember, it was John O’Hara. He was surprised to see me, so I gave him the quick version of how I got here, then, after sharing a “great to see you” he went back to his table outside.
Two beers later I said bye to Lloyd, then we both went to the gents, funny that.
I walked outside and saw John sitting at a table with Mark McNally, I walked over to say hi and Mark explained that he just “retired” from Herman Miller.
Of all the time I’ve been here I hadn’t bumped into anyone I knew that worked for Herman, yet today I saw five, as the people who gave us the dresser had also worked there in the past, funny old world ain’t it?
The squirrels around here are always emptying our bird feeders, and they are so blatant about it. We always joked about getting something to scare them off, so a bought a catapult. It’s not a professional type of titanium and carbon fibre, it’s just made out of wood. Ever since it arrived I have tried to hit something, with no success at all. I can’t even hit our postbox.
The squirrels still persist, safe in the knowledge that we couldn’t hit a barn door even if we were standing in front of it.
However, whither it was a fluke, but Kelli fired off a shot at a blighter that was upside down on the feeder. Twack! It hit the target. It flew off and ran off like a scalded cat. Kelli couldn’t believe that she hit it, and I was amazed as well. We high fived each other, it was more the fact that we had hit something, rather than what we hit, but for the rest of the evening she was concerned about the wellbeing of the creature.
Another Lifetime to go 