Who is that self? No longer will I be the person who changes my schedule and goals and plans to accommodate others. My life is very full, I have a busy schedule of things to do and places to go. I am sure along that path I will meet others who will dove-tail into my life without me having to compromise what I want and need. I am through going the extra mile to fit into other people’s schedules. Done, all done. Yesterday, brought that in to clear focus for me. Do I sound like an old curmudgeon? Well, just maybe I am… and if so, I am o.k. with that.
Where’s what happened yesterday. I reported to the Rock Club to work a morning shift as a rock sawyer. It’s hard and grimy work, and I just love it. There has always been great satisfaction for me in hard work. Sometimes my back hurts. I get very dirty, a problem when you live in the desert with no hot running water for a shower. But I love it. And yesterday I got a real surprise while sawing one rock… when this pattern revealed itself… and I suddenly knew why I volunteered for this grimy work. I immediately informed my supervisor that I had to buy that slab… and paid the $3 for it. I love this rock.
A tree in a windy storm??
At noon I was off duty… and went to my van in the parking lot to check email and Facebook messages as a lady I know from Facebook was planning to come through town mid-day, layover, and go on to the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show the next day. She had been asking me about where to camp, boondock, eat, etc. I spent a good bit of time making recommendations online. So, I figured I’d save the time driving back to camp so that I could meet up with them this afternoon and see her new van. I had work to do in the van… anyway. So, looked online for an hour for messages from her, sent my phone number to her, went back in the rock club and left my phone number there for her… and then decided to grab a sandwich and “do genealogy” until I heard from her. I could easily do all that without going out of my way for her or driving any extra miles. No problem.
Got my food, parked over by Hi Jolly monument, and began working on eye-straining genealogy data entry into Ancestry.com. If you have done any of that, you know it can be pretty intense. I can’t watch Facebook and do this work too. So for the next four hours I worked. My phone was on. I got no call. At 5:30pm, I closed down my genealogy work, and checked back on Facebook. The lady had gotten on a few minutes earlier, hardly “mid day” as she had told me, and said she was in town and gave me her phone number.
So at 5:40pm I called her. They were at Family Dollar and said they were going to stay at B10 campground that night so they could have electricity to make coffee in the morning…. not boondocking like they had said. All the time I spend answering her questions and giving her ideas and recommendations, for what? I told them I was only a couple blocks from there and would meet them there. Forty minutes later they had not arrived at B10. I thought I saw their van go past B10. I was getting aggravated and was tired and hungry again. A morning of hard work in the rock mines (i.e. sawing rocks) and a whole afternoon doing eye-straining data entry made for a tiring day. It would be dark soon and I needed to get back to camp as I can’t drive after dark, so I went home. (and no hot shower waiting for me when I got there).
Arriving in camp five minutes later, the moon was coming up and the sun was going down. How happy I felt to be back home again… alone. Then the phone beeped and a voice mail message said they had checked in to B10 and were on their way up to Times 3 for dinner. What? They didn’t have time to check in to B10 and drive on to dinner from the time I left there five minutes earlier. It was their van that had gone past B10 while I sat and waited for them. I texted them that I had waited but needed to return to my camp before dark… and that maybe next time I could meet up with them. But secretly (well no secret now!) I was glad I had not waited more than 40 min.
Where do we draw the line?
I am drawing the line this year – that is my New Year’s Resolution. Darn, if I stopped and went out of my way to meet everyone coming to Quartzsite who wanted to meet me, I’d never have a minute to myself. It’s just no longer a sacrifice I am willing to make. From now on, when I am working at the Rock Club, people can come meet me there. If they want to join in on other activities I am participating in, they are free to do so… and I’ll make my Google calendar available to them. I’m done. The rest of my life is mine, on my timetable, I’m no longer going the extra mile for anyone else. I’m 70 and I’ve paid my dues. I’ve got a hell of a lot of stuff yet to get done in this lifetime. Others will now have to go the extra mile if they want to meet or spend time with me.
OK, so I’m old and I’m a grouch. So be it. Don’t expect more from me then you are willing to give to me. I just ain’t got it left to give. I’m done. Happy Trails.
Rock Club site and newsletter: http://qrgmc.org/
Rock Club Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/qrgmc/
QIA (Quartzsite Improvement Association) site: http://www.qiaarizona.org/
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