I miss working with Ivy and Elaine at YOUR DAILY FIBER. This past summer with my foot injury, I was able to spend a lot of time in the store. I got used to it.
Now, my foot is fine and I’m back in my construction career. There are some good things about being back in construction. First, construction pays better than what Ivy paid me. Way better! Way, way better! Second, I am actually in charge in construction.
OK, that’s two reasons why this construction thing is working out, but I miss the store. While I was working at the store, I would overhear conversations with Ivy and customers. Customers would say things like, “I just love your dad’s color selections on the yarn he dyes.” Not one time, NEVER, has anyone ever said on a construction site, “Monner, I just love the color of your jacket!” I’m telling you, it starts to hurt.
In the store, Elaine and Ivy plan their classes. Ivy has been teaching this “new” type of knitting. It’s not really new but it is new to Ivy teaching it. I don’t know much about it. I think they named it after a piece of bread. I can’t imagine why they would do that, if I saw bread that looked like that knitting I wouldn’t eat it.
When Ivy is teaching “brioche” knitting, I am talking to plumbers. Does that seem fair? I am good at talking to plumbers, but plumbers want to tell you stuff you really don’t want to know. I found out this past week the plumbers cut a woman off on the highway. The woman read the name of the plumber’s company and called the plumber’s office. The story never got any better than that. My mind was racing, “Why is that knitting named after bread?”
Am I right? Is brioche, bread or is it cheese?
I call the store several times every day.
Me: How’s it going?
Ivy: It’s not 10:00, we aren’t open yet.
Me: Call me if someone needs some yarn dyed!
Ivy: Dad, I’m really busy, do you need anything?
Me: Not really, I just want to hear what that customer said that reads my stories.
Ivy: I going to hang up on you, we talked about that last week.
Me: Oh (construction language), I have to go. Here comes the plumber.
I think about helping Elaine with her weaving classes. I helped carrying a loom into the store last weekend. If I weren’t doing this construction stuff, I could carry looms every day! During the week, Elaine sends me emails and texts about all the new stuff she has created. When I had my foot injury, I was able just to look at the creations in person. None of that tech (construction language). I could inspire her with my color knowledge. I could help her plan her upcoming seminar. I talk to plumbers and other assorted bad drivers and dream about the store. (Check out the seminar at the store, they have all the info.)
I did have an interesting conversation with a Town of P$%^&*r engineering inspector. He is the guy who makes sure when it rains, the rainwater heads towards the rivers and lakes and does not flood any homes or buildings. Of course, when a catastrophic storm hits and buildings flood, engineers say things like, “Wow, did you see that?” (Sorry, I lost focus.)
This twenty-something with a degree in Construction Management from a state university stopped by the job-site on Friday afternoon. It was late enough, I was halfway home. Thank God for smart phones!
The inspector telephoned me.
20-something: Monner, you can’t dig there.
20: On your project, you do not have a permit to dig there.
Me: Are you sure you want to talk to me, I’m not digging anywhere. I’m driving home.
20: Where your tractor is parked, you can’t dig there.
Me: The tractor is parked where we dug in NOVEMBER.
20: You need to come back and put dirt there.
Me: I’ll see you Monday.
20: You need to do it today.
Me: You need to kiss my (construction language). Where were you in NOVEMBER!
20: I’m telling my boss.
Monday’s going to be great!
Our crazy lives!