Making quick decisions has always come easy to me - ofttimes much too easy. You'd think I'd learn after all these years. You'd think I'd bother to ask another's opinion since I've outlived my husband and he can't advise me. If nothing else, you'd think I'd at least remember some of the messes I've gotten myself into by my rash, impulsive behavior. Yesterday was an example.
I had hail damage in June and lost a couple of serious limbs from the backyard Maple tree. The tree service I called offered free mulch, and both loving a bargain and needing some fresh mulch, I asked when he might be able to deliver some to me. He showed up yesterday. I wasn't home. I've spread a lot of mulch in my time so I'm somewhat familiar with the amount that constitutes a yard - five yards works well for my purposes. Well, I got five yards all right, my yard, the neighbor's yards, practically the entire block's yards! It's a mountain!
My spouse was a thinker, while I'm a doer. We made a good team. In his own kind way, he'd coax me into considering the outcome of my decisions, gently taming my impetuousness. He would have asked the free-mulch-delivery-guy the right questions. "How large is your truck?" "Will it be full?" "Approximately how many yards will be in the load?" He'd say, "you've seen our need, is this the right amount to do the job?" I, on the other hand said, "Oh goody, free mulch! Bring it on!"
What about you? Got any mulch mountains in your yard?
Sandy
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