When we moved to East Texas, we had a lot of comments about how we would enjoy it because it is a lot more "laid back." A slower pace, if you will. After six months, the slower pace is killing me. It appears that fishing and hunting take priority over silly business. There is a manufacturing plant nearby that closes the first week of deer season because the workers don't come in during that week anyway.
Last week the cable internet went off. I called and they said they would have to send a technician. It took three days. The fish were biting I guess. The only thing that takes priority over fishing is deer hunting. It’s not deer season yet.
It has taken two or three days to get a plumber. It did take only one day to get an air conditioning repair man. I'm guessing he doesn’t fish. Don’t call during deer season.
At the big box building supply store, they don’t have the best selection of merchandise. Their standard response about something not in stock is to go on line and order it. "It will take only 4 or 5 days to get it."
I am beginning to worry about what would happen if the house caught fire. Would the fire department show up the next day? If they did, would they bring a big catch of fish to put on the smoldering coals? And, how about a medical emergency? I can just hear the ambulance driver tell the surviving spouse, "Sorry Mam, but we was right in the middle of cleaning a whole mess of catfish."
Someone told me it takes about five years to adjust to the "laid back," slower pace.
I am sitting here now looking at the calendar.
PMO
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