LOL You really want to know? It's 70 years long. ....... You are correct, however, most people don't want to know how you are really doing. Try telling them the truth and the conversation will be exceedingly short as they uncomfortably sidle off to safer territory. Instead I ask other people questions about themselves. Most times they are all too willing to reveal their story and inner workings. You? Not so much. It's part of the reason I like you. I always want to know more, and you, you keep me guessing. There is nothing better than a mystery unfolding. My goal is to have a broader understanding of the person who peaks my interest. Lucky you. As for meeting someone interesting this weekend? I did. Where I live we have three dying Silver Maples, dropping huge branches whenever the wind kicks up a fuss. Where I have to park makes my beater vulnerable, suffering huge branches of dead wood landing on it. But this isn't what made the landlord opt to end their misery. Little girls playing in the yard did. What a guy! He's a good landlord. Fixes things when needed and leaves me alone otherwise. Just the way I like it. Back to my story... a young man was hired to administer to the trees a semblance of euthanasia, along with his crew. He is the man in the bucket, wielding a chainsaw like a pointing finger with one hand and manipulating the rig with the other to adjust to the best advantage to get the job done, manipulating both as if they were a sort of exoskeleton to his short fearless frame. It was almost like watching a prima ballerina do her stuff. Pure grace. Like a gawking yokel in a lawn chair, I parked my butt and watched the show, marveling at him as he got the job done. With each stroke of his knife (chainsaw) he rather daintily dismantled each of the trees with precision, acutely aware of the location of every member of his crew as he judged where the amputations would fall. His crew taking the larger pieces down to the favored 16 inch lengths for splitting and gathering up the leaves and twigs for further dismantling in the chipper. Watching this young man do what he did like a pro, a professional chef in his element, well beyond his few years, was pure joy. Watching him made me wonder if doing what he does so well was the result of learning the family business at his daddy's knee. He was born for the trees and it showed in every move he made. If the opportunity arises, I'll ask him for his story. They didn't get to finish the job that day, so with Arnie's warning, he smiled and waved as they drove off at end of day saying "We'll be back." I'm waiting as I write this for them to return. I got the feeling from another young man who showed up at quitting time, who seemed to be something of a supervisor, that they we're dealing with a difficult client elsewhere on another job, so maybe they are attending to that job first before finishing up here. We can wait, and I'm good with this. The show is that good. ~~~~~~ They are here! Perfect timing.
LOL You really want to know? It's 70 years long. ....... You are correct, however, most people don't want to know how you are really doing. Try telling them the truth and the conversation will be exceedingly short as they uncomfortably sidle off to safer territory. Instead I ask other people questions about themselves. Most times they are all too willing to reveal their story and inner workings. You? Not so much. It's part of the reason I like you. I always want to know more, and you, you keep me guessing. There is nothing better than a mystery unfolding. My goal is to have a broader understanding of the person who peaks my interest. Lucky you. As for meeting someone interesting this weekend? I did. Where I live we have three dying Silver Maples, dropping huge branches whenever the wind kicks up a fuss. Where I have to park makes my beater vulnerable, suffering huge branches of dead wood landing on it. But this isn't what made the landlord opt to end their misery. Little girls playing in the yard did. What a guy! He's a good landlord. Fixes things when needed and leaves me alone otherwise. Just the way I like it. Back to my story... a young man was hired to administer to the trees a semblance of euthanasia, along with his crew. He is the man in the bucket, wielding a chainsaw like a pointing finger with one hand and manipulating the rig with the other to adjust to the best advantage to get the job done, manipulating both as if they were a sort of exoskeleton to his short fearless frame. It was almost like watching a prima ballerina do her stuff. Pure grace. Like a gawking yokel in a lawn chair, I parked my butt and watched the show, marveling at him as he got the job done. With each stroke of his knife (chainsaw) he rather daintily dismantled each of the trees with precision, acutely aware of the location of every member of his crew as he judged where the amputations would fall. His crew taking the larger pieces down to the favored 16 inch lengths for splitting and gathering up the leaves and twigs for further dismantling in the chipper. Watching this young man do what he did like a pro, a professional chef in his element, well beyond his few years, was pure joy. Watching him made me wonder if doing what he does so well was the result of learning the family business at his daddy's knee. He was born for the trees and it showed in every move he made. If the opportunity arises, I'll ask him for his story. They didn't get to finish the job that day, so with Arnie's warning, he smiled and waved as they drove off at end of day saying "We'll be back." I'm waiting as I write this for them to return. I got the feeling from another young man who showed up at quitting time, who seemed to be something of a supervisor, that they we're dealing with a difficult client elsewhere on another job, so maybe they are attending to that job first before finishing up here. We can wait, and I'm good with this. The show is that good. ~~~~~~ They are here! Perfect timing.
Thank you.