AWOL
I've been AWOL for a few days on account of fleeting time.
I came to the conclusion that the refrigeration capacity at Backwoods Bean was inadequate for both coffee bar and bakery. Craig's List turned up a refrigerator in Winston-Salem that was perfect in size (18 cu. ft.) and price ($150). The only question was how to get it up the mountain. A Uhaul rental would cost more than the refrigerator itself. A customer I met only last week piped up, "Take my truck." It's amazing how many folks want the coffee shop to succeed.
So off I went in a 1996 Ford F-150 once owned by Appalachian State University and the City of Sparta.
The first stop was in Clemmons where I actually got to see QuackQuack about my depression "cocktail" As I suspected, he pronounced it safe and appropriate. Turns out he was a pretty neat guy. (Note to CFO: He's a cognitive type.)
After a stop at Sam's Club for a resupply of consumables for the shop, I circled Winston-Salem counter-clockwise on I-40 and US-52 to pick up the refrigerator in Stanleyville from a one-eyed guy would could not hear much of what was said. Nice fellow, though.
To complete the return to the mountains, I followed NC-66 to Rural Hall and NC-65 through Bethania to NC-67 which would take me to Jonesville and I-77. The Old Richmond Grill, located at the intersection of NC-65 and NC-67, is within a stone's throw of the place I lived until I went off to college. The grill, which has been there for more than half a century, was open and I was hungry. I asked the nice lady who grilled my hamburger about the poster for Reagan High School on the wall. Turns out it's a new one built out in the woods on NC-65 where I hike about during my youth. Noting that I had knowledge of the area, she asked who I was. She not only knew who I was but also who Sis was and who both my parents were. She inquired of where Sis lived, who our child were, etc. I felt badly that I had not a clue who she was except the "Eddie's Mom" by which she introduced herself. (Note to Sis: ?)
The refrigerator is now in the shop and I gave the owner a full tank of gas and free coffee for the rest of the month as compensation for use of the truck.
I came to the conclusion that the refrigeration capacity at Backwoods Bean was inadequate for both coffee bar and bakery. Craig's List turned up a refrigerator in Winston-Salem that was perfect in size (18 cu. ft.) and price ($150). The only question was how to get it up the mountain. A Uhaul rental would cost more than the refrigerator itself. A customer I met only last week piped up, "Take my truck." It's amazing how many folks want the coffee shop to succeed.
So off I went in a 1996 Ford F-150 once owned by Appalachian State University and the City of Sparta.
The first stop was in Clemmons where I actually got to see QuackQuack about my depression "cocktail" As I suspected, he pronounced it safe and appropriate. Turns out he was a pretty neat guy. (Note to CFO: He's a cognitive type.)
After a stop at Sam's Club for a resupply of consumables for the shop, I circled Winston-Salem counter-clockwise on I-40 and US-52 to pick up the refrigerator in Stanleyville from a one-eyed guy would could not hear much of what was said. Nice fellow, though.
To complete the return to the mountains, I followed NC-66 to Rural Hall and NC-65 through Bethania to NC-67 which would take me to Jonesville and I-77. The Old Richmond Grill, located at the intersection of NC-65 and NC-67, is within a stone's throw of the place I lived until I went off to college. The grill, which has been there for more than half a century, was open and I was hungry. I asked the nice lady who grilled my hamburger about the poster for Reagan High School on the wall. Turns out it's a new one built out in the woods on NC-65 where I hike about during my youth. Noting that I had knowledge of the area, she asked who I was. She not only knew who I was but also who Sis was and who both my parents were. She inquired of where Sis lived, who our child were, etc. I felt badly that I had not a clue who she was except the "Eddie's Mom" by which she introduced herself. (Note to Sis: ?)
The refrigerator is now in the shop and I gave the owner a full tank of gas and free coffee for the rest of the month as compensation for use of the truck.
I think you\'re amazing. And I think you shulod continue to write if that\'s what you feel like doing. Like everything, if it makes some people uncomfortable, they shulod just \'switch the channel\'. For every person that your brutal honesty upsets, i reckon you\'re helping 20 others in some way. Inspiring and giving food for thought and maybe changing the views of some people. I believe you\'ll save lives too. A month ago, I imagined being where you are now, because my husband was in a bad place. He got thru that bout of deep holeness, and is doing ok now, but I\'m waiting, subconsciously, for the next fall. With him, I have been sharing your words, making it an open subject through your courage to share, and getting it out there between us. Telling him that while he thinks, in his low worthless points, that maybe even though it would be hard for me in the short term for him to depart (his word), that i would be better off in the long term without him, that is so untrue. So Lori, keep writing, keep feeling whatever it is you\'re feeling at any particular time one day you will look back and be proud of yourself for getting thru it, and saving lives thru your blog, and you might even have the words for a book eventually.Most of all, writing is what helps some people most of all, and it seems that you\'re one of those people, and anything you can find to help you at this horrid time is what you have to do. Best thing about doing it this way rather than in a journal by your bed is that you get so much love and support back, so it\'s doubly helping. Vent, get all those feelings out, do what you need to do .and know that there\'s lots of people thinking about you.
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