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Jack only just gets over the line in time  – –

It’s been quite a time over the last few days –

With the bathroom reconstruction over we headed down to South Carolina last Thursday to our friends in Simpsonville for the weekend for me to pre-record fifteen radio shows and for Wendy to get some expert advice for her much more widely heard shows. We always sidetrack to ‘Frugal McDougals’ to stock up on supplies for the months ahead which makes for a longer journey and means driving past Charlotte, which is always a challenge!

But we came home by backroads to Ashville and on up through Johnson City – much more relaxed!

While were gone our good friend Susi checked on our cats and chickens, including rescuing the teenage one from netting we had specifically arranged to keep them off our tomato plants. We were delighted to see she had started a mural in the aforementioned bathroom – she is a terrific artist!

Then on Tuesday morning we were wakened by our two cats screaming at something. Wendy checked under our bed – and there was a strange cat there. We have no idea how it got in the house!

Finally – yesterday we at last found where one of our chickens was laying her eggs, but then realized she’d gone broody and insisted on sitting on them. We may have to get her a small chick – – –

Growing Pains – –

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Jack gets over the line again –

Apprenticeship and learning to interact with customers.

I was talking to a friend who worked for a time as a mural artist and we got into a discussion about how people get their training in such things.

I served a five year apprenticeship as a painter and decorator back in the 1950s and remember it (mostly) with fondness. Back then it was usually working most of the time on jobs alongside time-served qualified tradesmen, But then there was either day-release or block-release at the local community college alongside that (either one day per week or one week per month).

Part of the training on the job with the tradesmen was what would now be called ‘life skills’ – how to conduct yourself in someone’s home. In other words simple things that have remained with me ever since – wipe your feet before entering – put dust sheets down – be polite – thanks for the morning cup of tea. Never, ever, take the last cookie on the plate!!

I had had a meteoric downward trajectory at High School and left with no qualifications at age fifteen. But my dad had a respected and busy painting company and I had helped for a couple of years during school breaks. So he took me on as an apprentice.

Three things happened in fairly quick succession. My mother took me to a local store where I was fitted out with my first set of white overalls, I signed my indenture papers and I suffered the indignity of the traditional induction. The induction consisted of being waylaid by the older apprentices who removed my trousers and painted my nether parts! At that time most trades had a similar tradition – –

We were painting a hospital ward at the time and a very kind nurse cleaned me up!

I hope my dad explained things to my mum when she saw the state of my underwear.