Marshall, the garden guy promised he have a quote for me by Wednesday afternoon – last week.
He has now joined the four #$%@#$% garden guys who have promised me quotes and then done absolutely nothing. Sorry, that should be three – one guy gave me the quote and when I called him to say I’d like to move forward, he told me he’d call the following week. And then didn’t.
He lied too.
I’m starting to get a complex. I’m starting to think there’s a site somewhere that says folks shouldn’t work for us. That my face is on a flyer on a wall in the DIY stores with ‘WARNING: DO NOT WORK FOR HER’ above my head. That, much like the dogs in Lady and the Tramp, they’ve all been communicating and we’re on the no fly list.
When I was dating and I kept running into duds, I was sure there was some Great Wizard laughing at me as he threw me all sorts of wackadoddles as potential mates. I mean, saying “I’m 5’7” on a good day.” when you’re standing next to me and you’re clearly NOT 5’7” or even 5’ even, is just wacky! Then, when I met Husband, I was sure the Great Wizard had a wicked sense of humor. But now, I’m not laughing.
I’m not asking much, Great Wizard. My body is too broken to put in a stupid retaining wall. It’s too upset with me to lift 61Lbs. blocks into and out of my car and haul them down a hillside. And my special talent of never getting anything straight is not going to come in handy while I try to lay a block wall, curve it around a hillside and make it so it doesn’t fall down. I’m just trying to find someone to help with that, and putting in some sod and mowing the weeds. He doesn’t have to be a life partner. I have one of those and he’s distracted with his toys and music and taste testing every burger and pizza in Nashville. I just want some nice dude that will do what he says he can, come when he says he will and finish the job.
If I were still in California, Mom and Himself, would have helped me knock this out in no time. They would have helped me till the mud and plant a garden that put the neighbors’ gardens to shame. Of course, the neighbors would have pointed and gossiped about “those crazy people doing the work all by themselves” but it would have gotten done.
The neighbors are starting to point and gossip about us again and this time, it’s not because we bought that “eyesore of a house” and were working on making it better. Now, I’m sure it’s because they’ve seen the flyer of my face. The Mayor of our street can’t even get her Man over to help. He’s seen the flyer too.
I’m pretty sure today will involve me snuggled on the couch with lots of food I shouldn’t be eating and a book because looking outside makes me grumblebitchmoan and the best way to avoid that is by ignoring it.
Just like that stupid Marshall did.
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