It’s hard not to take a day this bad personally. I’m trying to blame it on the full moon (which I saw during a midnight walk with the dog), but it seems impossible to get this day right. All I know is that Meg started off by taking a 5am call alerting her she was on call (rather then working), Jeff and Steve had a bummer of a day trying to figure out a pier and post strategy for the new hot tub platform, and I had my own crap to deal with — pretty minor stuff when looked at one by one, but as a whole it felt like things just went wrong from the beginning. By dinnertime I was a lump of self-loathing and mean — having screws shear off for no apparent reason, pouring the granola into what I thought was an open jar (the damn top was still in place), and shelling out bucks for eight hours of work pouring concrete that looked to me like something that could’ve been completed in three (more on that later, but shame on me for underestimating what goes into jobs that demand both smarts and brawn).
Everyone has a bad day here and there but when those everyones are spending the day together — as we all did today — it makes for a goddamn disaster. And I thought I’d jinxed what looks like the next group of guests by not jumping on the phone when I received a first inquiring email last night (“a spontaneous trip to the redwoods,” she said.) A family from Seattle interested in splitting their time between the nearby Jed Smith Campground and bnb~Hiouchi. Sa-weeet I thought when I emailed a reply last night. Then, already late afternoon and not having heard back (after Meg and I busted our butts) I thought for sure I was a fool for going into this B&B business, for not jumping on the phone with the potential lodgers.
But, the pier pads were poured, the granola got cleaned up and the nice lady from Seattle emailed me around 4 in the afternoon that, yes, they were still interested.
Doesn’t mean I’m not a fool.