So -- with all of the extended work and timing of the arrival of workmen, changes in my plans began. A former student was presenting a seminar this morning just after the men arrived. I headed up to campus to catch her before the presentation began and returned home just as the men were returning with materials from the shop. I was able to arrange to meet the young woman and her mother for tea in mid-afternoon -- just after an hour of cleaning up the sawdust, gyprock dust and ceramic tile dust and shards. I headed up to campus after our tea visit to chat with a couple of friends at the end of their day. We headed to the pub for a Friday beverage and some supper. When I got home, I had a message from the tree guy and I'd missed a chance to show him the work that I see and ask what more he sees. We will connect next week now. I vacuumed the entire upstairs to get the bits that had been tracked through the house. Then I swept stairs and hallway in the basement for the same reason. By then, I was ready for a shower and sleep. <smile>
Perhaps besides the external forces that altered plans, the key to the day was adaptation. A song lyric that seemed to fit the hit and miss plans for the day came to mind. The version I chose to share is a cover of the original. Enjoy!
The Times They are a-Changin' -- Tracy Chapman
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