So while I was busy working, taking care of my animals, and enjoying showers at the gym, the summer started to slip away.
I’d call Dick every couple days and he’d have some sort of lame excuse as to why he wasn’t working on the house.
One afternoon, I decided to call him one more time and see if he was ready to finally start on the foundation before I got a lawyer involved. I got his voicemail and as I was dialilng the number of an attorney that a friend had recommended, he called back.
Me: “It’s going to snow in a few more months and you haven’t even really started the house. You promised me it would be done by Thanksgiving!”
Dick: “I know, I know, but my wife has been in a car accident and I am left to take care of the kids. I can’t bring them with me, it’s too dangerous and I can’t leave them with anybody because they are already upset about their mom, besides I have to spend as much time as I can at the hospital. It’s been touch and go with my wife.”
Me: “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. Is there anything that I can do to help?”
Dick: “No, just please be patient another week or so, I will work double hours to get your place done as soon as I get this taken care of.”
I actually felt guilty for even bothering him at such a terrible time. My husband had died about 10 years before this, and I guess I was especially sensitive to what he was going through. I found out later that it was his ex-wife who was in the accident and that her family had begged him to stay away from the hospital because she couldn’t stand the sight of him. At the time, however, he had accomplished what he wanted and I left him alone for a while.
But then, one morning I noticed that the leaves were turning
Now, I don’t want ya’ll to think I’m a namby pamby, but when this happened
my horses started whining, “Mom, it’s snowing! Where’s our barn, we’re cold!”
Well, you get the picture. So I winterized the little trailer, moved the horses to a boarding facility and found a hotel that would give me a weekly rate.
to be continued…