7 miles of uncrossable distance

For those of you who recognize the significance of the "title" of this LJ page... this post falls under that category.

In fact, many of the posts in this blog will probably have some tie-in the quote that is attributed to Einstein (but not confirmed as his!).. which is one of the reasons I chose it as a title.  :D    (I wanted to use the "people are like slinkys" one... but decided against it.)

Anyhoo, what is it about some business owners that just don't get it?  The other day I was getting a quote from a maid service for a one-time cleaning of our house.  I wanted to surprise my wife by having some of the more cleaning-intensive areas of the house done by a pro while my wife was away at a church retreat.

So, with coupon in hand, I contact the company, and begin discussions.  Finally, at some point, I am told that my little town is not in their cleaning area, and they probably won't be able to help me.   Now understand, they do service the town just south of mine... only 7 miles from my house to Main street in that town.

7 miles.   Even my gas-guzzling SUV will do that on less than a half-gallon of gas  (at current local prices... call it $1.50).    Heck, they can get from any point in the next town to my house on less than 1 gallon.   So I told the lady I'd be willing to pay $5 or so for that extra gallon of gas.  Seemed reasonable to me.    Since the only difference between my house and one in the serviced town was about one gallon of gas and 5 minutes or so of driving, I figured we could wrangle a deal.

Boy, was I mistaken.  The lady told me she'd have to talk to the owner, and call me back the next day.  Call me back she did, and told me that they would only come to my house if I bought a cleaning package over twice as expensive as what I was planning.  That was the only way they could "justify" the extra distance!

Justify?   I was willing to assuage their increased cost directly, and they want to dig me for $70 more just to come 7 miles?

That business person threw away perfectly good money.  It made absolutely no business sense to refuse my business when I was offering to offset the only business cost that differentiated me from a customer who would have been able to acquire their services based on their more southerly location.

Sometimes you gotta wonder about the Universe.

Somebody picked a style for this site, so where are the posts?

Hello everyone!   Welcome to my page, although there won't be much for most of you to see-- and I felt like I ought to explain that a bit.

I am by nature a very private person.  Ergo, posting my journal entries online for anyone to read would be somewhat equivalent to having my toenails ripped out by razor-toothed MC Escher worm/caterpillars while being subjected to the Muzak version of  "It's a small world after all"

In other words... it ain't happening.  My posts, be they random rants or my more deliberative writing attempts, will be marked as "Friends only", or "Me only"... almost without exception.

Therefore, if you happen to be someone who wanders through the lovely neighborhood of LiveJournal, browsing the windows of the various shops whilst imaging you're Harry Potter gazing in awe at Diagon Alley.... to you I offer my sincerest apologies for the magical wards placed on the entrance to this shop.    (They were placed with the help of a beautiful Aes Sedai, one that I actually happen to trust).   You can trust that I am pottering around in here, looking at the dusty shelves and numerous books, filling a pipe with sweet smelling tobacco that is never and will never be lit... and occasionally picking up a quill and writing a few words 'concerning Hobbits'.

I do hope you will understand.   I wish you a happy journey on this 'Net and that dangerous, scary place called The Real World.

"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

But not this day!

Some time ago, I kind of got convicted about doing too much hard work on Sundays. This arose out of my reading the Old Testament, and the commands therein for resting on the seventh day and all. I realized that God did kind of know what he was talking about... we need rest, and to not drive ourselves into the ground all seven days of the week.

So, I told my wife that I was going to start taking it easier on Sundays. Light work around the house as needed to keep the ship running, but no major projects or hard work.

Well, as Aragorn said to the Men of Gondor before the gates of Mordor (in the movie).... But not THIS day!

There was just too much going on right now, and I have to do some of these things around the yard before the weeds and such take over and start ordering pizza on my debit card. They've invited enough friends over as it is! The day was only complicated by the need to utilize a neighbor and his truck to go pick up our new barbeque grill at the hardware store. The grill, when assembled, will not fit in the back of our van even with the seat removed, and this was the only day I could mooch off on someone else's pickup.

So, I fell into bed exhausted last night. Which only further proves that God really did have a good idea. Sundays should not be filled like this :(

how hard can it be to make a decent hose reel?

What is it with me and garden hose reels?  It seems completely out of the realm of possibility for me to find a decent reel that works right, doesn't tip over, and won't leak, no matter how much I spend.  These things have become my own personal yard work albatross.   I hate the things... utterly despise them.

I have to take this new one back to the Giganto Hardware store tomorrow.  It's by far the most expensive one I've tried, under the obviously mistaken concept that by spending a bit more, it might actually garner me one of relatively decent quality.  And, upon the first usage of said hose reel, the thing leaks at the connection of the feeder hose from the faucet.

Sigh.

And yes, the washer is in place.  The problem is the cheap PVC fittings these things use.  I'm just going to have to break down and buy the outrageously expensive reels that are made of all steel parts.    I'm tired of fighting these stupid things.   And, due to the size of the yard (and thus the amount of hose needed for yard tasks), just using a simple wall hose holder or coiling it on the ground is not an option.

Yard work is not my favorite thing in the world anyway.  The only part of it that I really like is my roses.  I enjoy growing and taking care of those. 

But you can have the rest of it.  It takes hours and hours and it never stops.  And could I at least get a blinkin' hose reel that works worth a dang?