Timing, the good and bad

Historical Photo:

Paving Main street with brick, in Montpelier, Ohio

Did you ever play a musical instrument? Timing is most important. I remember when a piano teacher would have one of ‘em doowhatchits sitting on the piano that kept time to assist the learner with ‘rhythm’. Sweet Jackie down in South Georgia knows exactly what I am talking about.

But in my everyday life I run into bad timing. Nothing to cry or call home about, just simple stuff. I am often stopped by a traffic light with NO ONE COMING. Once I stopped at a light here in Belmont and made a left on red. My wife insisted I had broken the law! ;-) .

No one was a round, I thought that might be like a tree falling in the forest and no one hears is, did it make a noise. Ha!
Anyway probably every-other time I park in a large parking lot and return with a buggy full to load into the car, the guy just returned to the car beside me a minute ahead of me, so I wait until he unloads. I mean come on, there are a thousand parking places here, and he could have picked another. LOL

All the above is silly, none of those actually bother me and none delayed me over 60 seconds. But picture this. Mr. Baxter the roofer, says he will get to us as soon as he can but he is way behind. We volunteer the house for the Haitian group for two nights, Sunday and Monday nights, weeks ago.

                                 (Note the huge trailer!)
We drove out Sunday morning headed for church, and lo and behold there is a huge trailer loaded with shingles parked blocking the garage and the house entryway. Hey, the Haitians are also bringing a big bus into this drive way.

Not even a note or call from Mr. Baxter. Sherry received a call during church, they left a message. Mr. Baxter was telling us the roofers would start in the morning.

Our house was assigned to 4 adults, we did not get kids. They were very gracious and worked around the roofers tearing off shingles and nailing new roofing. Of course they didn’t get finished today (7am-7pm), so they will be nailing again during the time the folks are packing to leave.

 As you see the ladder on the right for the men. The ladder on the left takes the shingles up (A laddervator). I called then sissies, we carried them up!  LOL

Actually I am not upset, just taken aback by the timing. We wanted/needed the roof done, I apologized to our guests but they insisted it was absolutely no problem, ‘We live in a bus most of the time in the USA with 28-30 kids, the nailing is nothing, sort of a break.’ The leader said laughing.
Nite Shipslog

 Nash, a two ton truck in 1919