Good Weekend, SHITE Week.
So with hammer and chisel, shovel and axe I worked the long weekend taming the wilds of Parry Sound around the vicinity of Chez Hooper. I hauled and shaped stone, cut and stacked wood, dug out some more of the landscaping, and generally had a pleasant yet productive weekend. My blood pumped, I sweated, I was caked with dirt, the sound of my 3lb block hammer rung out, the wood chips flew, and nature trembled at my fierce taming energy.
Sadly I got back to hear that my granny who just celebrated her 95th looks like she has given up on living. Her blood pressure is way low, she's on oxygen, not eating and they asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital and she replied "all I want to do is sleep". Her pulse is weak and she's having pain in her left arm - usually indicative of heart difficulties. I am afraid that her seeming endless supply of spunk is growing dangerously low and she may not make it through the week.
And this fucking negotiation. I want to cram the fucking offer to lease down the landlords throat and extract his heart as commission. Its the last thing I think about at night and the first thing I think about in the morning. One minute I'm counting chickens, the next I'm lamenting their loss, and figuring out what they heck I'm gonna do for my next deal... EXTREMELY frustrating... the landlord got so fed up with my harranguing him to take the deal he hung up on me and the tenant. Hung up!
Grrr. Its enough to drive a man to drink! Fortunately I get to do terrible things to my favourite group of players - and the best part is - they love it! They just keep coming back for more!
Sadly I got back to hear that my granny who just celebrated her 95th looks like she has given up on living. Her blood pressure is way low, she's on oxygen, not eating and they asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital and she replied "all I want to do is sleep". Her pulse is weak and she's having pain in her left arm - usually indicative of heart difficulties. I am afraid that her seeming endless supply of spunk is growing dangerously low and she may not make it through the week.
And this fucking negotiation. I want to cram the fucking offer to lease down the landlords throat and extract his heart as commission. Its the last thing I think about at night and the first thing I think about in the morning. One minute I'm counting chickens, the next I'm lamenting their loss, and figuring out what they heck I'm gonna do for my next deal... EXTREMELY frustrating... the landlord got so fed up with my harranguing him to take the deal he hung up on me and the tenant. Hung up!
Grrr. Its enough to drive a man to drink! Fortunately I get to do terrible things to my favourite group of players - and the best part is - they love it! They just keep coming back for more!