Well. That was unexpected. But now theoretically it should be fine for a while, although at some point that terra cotta line will have to be changed to PVC. But, as Jon so eloquently put it, probably, hopefully not on my dime.
The packaging doesn’t have to go out until late next week because the buyer is out of town, so I can now concentrate on my other two projects; the paperwork and organizing my garage so I can get all the stuff out from under my backyard veranda. I’m feeling like “Sanford and Sons”* and it’s not something that sits well with me. It just nags at me constantly. Horrible feeling.
Jon seemed to be interviewing me for a wife position during dinner last night. He asked me if all my kids were from the same man. I don’t know why that question really crawls under my skin. Mine are, but why is that relevant? When I was dating I would get that question fairly often and it was such a huge turn off. Huge!!
Then he starts telling me his laundry list of what he wants in a woman. He brought up a mail order bride and I encouraged him towards it. Mainly because his expectations for woman are a bit outdated. It’s not even the old fashioned notions, because being a bit old fashioned myself I can accept them but it’s his desire to have a woman that wants to do all the things he wants to do.
He wants to find someone to fit into his life, as it stands now. Which is not only unreasonable but not what most woman want or are willing to accept. Woman have desires, hobbies, lives of their own; most at least. And few are going to basically drop everything to cater to a man.
When you form a relationship you both meld it into a lifestyle you can both enjoy, not just one person following the other. That’s not only unsustainable but can lead to resentment and boredom and a myriad of other issues. But I wasn’t going to point that out to him because I’ve never found any man that wanted to hear that.
I myself may seem mild and doormatish, but in reality I am not that way. I am very easy going, but I have expectations and I am generally the dominant one in relationships, to some great extent. My mother accuses me of going out with spineless men, but that’s never truly been the case.
Well anyways… Jon will be back next week to help me with some tubing and changing out of the equipments exhaust fan motor. While I don’t mind the smell a couple of clients have complained and while I find it funny that they care and I don’t, I truly don’t want them uncomfortable with the experience.
I also didn’t sleep with Jon. So we’ll see what happens next week. Could be horny, could be craving being touched, could just let him try his hand at dominating me. Which he says he enjoys doing. It’s a week away, I definitely can’t think that far ahead.
Took me over two hour to disinfect my floors, the bathroom and anything that was touched by all 4 plumbers in my house at one point, not including my own transversing in and out of the house and then throw in the car too. I didn’t disinfect the front yard or the trunk of my car but I’m feeling very spent and emotionally drained so I did only the necessary.
I ran out of disinfectant anyway. Food grade 35% hydrogen peroxide is not cheap but it’s so effective and safe (once diluted properly), and so much better than bleach. Once I get it I’ll wash the mounds of laundry this debacle produced and maybe figure out a way to spray down the walkway too.
Tomorrow I have to clean my studio back up for clients. I guess it was good timing all things considered. Didn’t have to cancel on anyone. Just had to miss work and delay the paperwork thing.
Tomorrow I’ll make an appointment for Monday so I have a deadline to turn everything in. Wish me luck!!