The search for removal of the demolition pile isnae going so well. It's only the first day of actively looking, but. . . The candidates I had screened on the internet during the long weeks of waiting are falling through on the attempts to contact. Most of them are networked through e-chains which run the same ads for the entire nation. Local availabilities vary greatly and my tourist stripes are showing. I know the geophysics of my beloved river region far better than I know local business availabilities. That long, justy list I had this morning has crumbled into the digital equivalent of a floor covered in waded up sheets of paper. Well e-just it all! Your web site promised. . .
I miss that business network I spent 40+ years building in the urban homestead. It helps to know who to call. It's even more helpful when they are glad you called, even if they don't have what you need. At least you get to bounce ideas around. In my current frustration, I miss that business network even more than I miss the grandkids and their grown-ups. Maybe. . . Nah. . .
I miss phone books too. Phone books used to be my gateway to local communities. It's been a long, long time since I've seen a phonebook I could trust. Maybe even longer than I have seen a U.S. pay phone.
Just breathe. . . Time for a therapy break. . .