Murphy’s Law case #495

Tomorrow Jim is officially done with teaching sixth grade for the year and is home for summer “vacation”. This means I plot to have all heavy goods arrive between now and Labor Day so that, at the very least, I get help from him to unload cargo into the barn.

I ordered our cobalt blue bottles a few weeks ago. The lead time is usually ten weeks on these bottles so I assumed ordering in the beginning of June would mean deliver in August with Jim unloading the bottles with the rest of us. Our bottle vendor concurred there was no chance our bottles would get from Taiwan to California to here by anything but a slow boat.


So how surprised was I when this truck pulled into our yard this morning?

Not very……….. given my track record of 100% failure at having ANY delivery happen when Jim is here.

Most deliveries occur after the staff has left for the day and before Jim and Will have come home from school, a slim window of time when I am here by myself.

I can’t begin to tell you how often this happens. Like a few weeks ago when I got to unload a year’s worth of dropper tops all by myself while some truck driver yelled at me about the directions for Green Hope Farm being wrong on Map Quest. When I asked if I should tell Map Quest about this problem, he said they wouldn’t care or correct the problem….. leading me to wonder why he was yelling at me about an error that wasn’t of my creation or apparently within my ability to fix.

Anyhow, back to this morning. With Jim out of the loop per usual, I had to activate my fall back plan which was to keep the staff glued to my side so there was no chance I would find myself unloading the truck by myself. The only thing that I could imagine could gum up the works of plan B was a lunchtime truck arrival when all the young women here hit the trails.

Of course, this meant the truck arrived right at noon just as everyone was scattering for their lunchtime workouts. I had to convince them all that unloading boxes of bottles was an ample lunchtime workout and I do think that by the time they were through unloading the truck, they believed me.

Late in the afternoon as tired school teacher Jim rolled in, he had already heard about the bottles unexpected arrival. Apparently this truck driver who was a real sweetheart, had also gotten lost, kindness of Map Quest, and he’d had to ask around town for directions. Being such a small town with not much going on, this had qualified as news and so someone had sought out Jim to tell him that a tractor trailer truck was searching for our farm. Jim knew this meant my plans to include him in heavy goods deliveries had been foiled once again. He walked in the door with a rather big grin on his face.

The only thing is, we had to unload the truck so unexpectedly that I’m not sure Jim is going to like where we placed the boxes of bottles in the barn. He may get to move some heavy goods after all!

Happy Vacation honey!

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