Keith was right
Keith always says that we shouldn’t worry, because things will turn out in the end. While this long-term approach does not earn the support of John Maynard Keynes (“In the long-run, we’re all dead”), it has served me well and I find it important to remember Keith’s words in times of stress and trouble. His faith that things will work out always seems to be rewarded, so who am I to question him?
The past couple of days has shows Keith’s maxim to be true. As some of you may know, I own a house in Ottawa and have rented it out for the past two years and have been trying to do so again this year. Until this weekend I’d been having trouble, which was causing some stress (financial and otherwise – you know when those things just hang over your head?)
But Thursday I got an email from an interested party who wanted to come see the place and he was prepared to fly up from Toronto to see it. As I have been umpiring many baseball games as part of the Ontario Summer Games, I wasn’t immediately free, so I set an appointment at noon on Saturday, which shouldn’t have been an issue, given my last game would be done by 11 at the latest.
But Friday night fate, or as I call him: Chris Jones, reared his ugly head and fogged (yes fogged) out the last three innings of a baseball game with implications for the morning games I was to do. I was now faced with rescheduled games bumping my end time back to possibly as late as 2pm, and a prospective tenant who was flying into Ottawa at 11 and leaving again at 4! I went to sleep a bit nervous.
But in the morning, Keith began to be right. An early phone call informed me the games had all been sorted out and we were back on schedule. Then my game was a sweet, tight, well-played affair that ended in just over two hours, leaving me free to go over to the house plenty early to cut the lawn. The guy showed up, liked the house and only had one concern – he wanted in a bit before September 1 if he could. Problem was, I couldn’t find any current tenants to see what their story was. So we drove around for a bit to see the neighbourhood. Upon our return there was a strange pickup truck on the lawn. I entered the house and it was the basement tenant moving out! Today! The guy signed on the spot. Not only that, but he’s just starting in med school in Ottawa, so if I treat him nice, maybe he’ll stay for four years.
Anyhow, I just wanted to say thanks to Keith for keeping me sane in times of stress. Now, if only what he said holds true for teaching jobs as well J
The past couple of days has shows Keith’s maxim to be true. As some of you may know, I own a house in Ottawa and have rented it out for the past two years and have been trying to do so again this year. Until this weekend I’d been having trouble, which was causing some stress (financial and otherwise – you know when those things just hang over your head?)
But Thursday I got an email from an interested party who wanted to come see the place and he was prepared to fly up from Toronto to see it. As I have been umpiring many baseball games as part of the Ontario Summer Games, I wasn’t immediately free, so I set an appointment at noon on Saturday, which shouldn’t have been an issue, given my last game would be done by 11 at the latest.
But Friday night fate, or as I call him: Chris Jones, reared his ugly head and fogged (yes fogged) out the last three innings of a baseball game with implications for the morning games I was to do. I was now faced with rescheduled games bumping my end time back to possibly as late as 2pm, and a prospective tenant who was flying into Ottawa at 11 and leaving again at 4! I went to sleep a bit nervous.
But in the morning, Keith began to be right. An early phone call informed me the games had all been sorted out and we were back on schedule. Then my game was a sweet, tight, well-played affair that ended in just over two hours, leaving me free to go over to the house plenty early to cut the lawn. The guy showed up, liked the house and only had one concern – he wanted in a bit before September 1 if he could. Problem was, I couldn’t find any current tenants to see what their story was. So we drove around for a bit to see the neighbourhood. Upon our return there was a strange pickup truck on the lawn. I entered the house and it was the basement tenant moving out! Today! The guy signed on the spot. Not only that, but he’s just starting in med school in Ottawa, so if I treat him nice, maybe he’ll stay for four years.
Anyhow, I just wanted to say thanks to Keith for keeping me sane in times of stress. Now, if only what he said holds true for teaching jobs as well J
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