And here we are with over a month or so to go before we
declare The Local Grocer ‘open’.
Wow!
It ‘s a bit overwhelming when I stop and think of everything
that still needs to be done, and so it makes sense not to stop and think less I
hyperventilate myself into a quivering mess somewhere between the laundry
basket and the shoebox full of silkworms.
I’d be lying through my big mouth (actually, it’s quite a
small mouth with a good set of teeth thanks to some heavy duty braces back in
the 80’s) if I said we weren’t a little apprehensive about the whole magnitude
of it all. But as I’ve mentioned before, we have a great support team giving us
the emotional support that I personally find really important. There’s nothing
worse than trying to be a wife, friend, mentor, mother, house cleaner, business owner, bum wiper, nose wiper
and closet sherry drinker (my personal favourite) and not have people you can
call who will talk you out of setting the house on fire and shooting the
husband. Sometimes it’s nice to have the decisions taken out of your hands.
Once the business is in full swing, Greg & I will have
to be super organised (there’s that dirty word ‘organised’ again) so I’ve been
making a priority list. So far it reads:
1. Buy a pencil
sharpener.
I mean in all honesty, we have no idea how busy we’ll be
once we open; it could be a landslide or it could be crickets chirping. But I
do know we’ll be working our backsides off in the first year, nurturing the
business, getting the word out to people, helping our growers and basically
living and breathing the cause once again – but not driving ourselves to an
early grave doing it.
Today I'm in the library typing this. Trying to work at
home with a talkative 4 year old that JUST. WON’T. STOP. TALKING has driven me
away to a cave filled with books and quiet. I threw our 4 year old into Greg’s
arms and said “here, for you, Merry Xmas” and I ran away. I love our library so
much that I have my own special corner. The only time it was taken away from me
was when some electrician decided to do some electrical work on the security
cameras overhead. So I patiently waited…on a plumply padded stool…tapping my foot…. asking,
“are you done yet?” every ten or so minutes. In the end I put my earphones on
and hummed very badly to some Latvian folk song, which got him finishing the
job quickly!
Shhh - the librarian is lurking .
On the days that we’re not working or chatting to you on our
Facebook page, we’re out on the road hunting down growers (with the aim to shoot
to kill if they don’t supply us) or screeching the car to a halt when we come
across something cool like a raw food café.
The Raw Kitchen in Fremantle is such a place. Nothing but
raw food is served. Wheat, sugar, dairy and gluten products are BANNED. Now I
was hankering for a coffee (or as my New York-en friend would say “cawfee”) but
I saw they were offering almond milk smoothies.
I’d never had nut milk before.
Thought I’d live dangerously.
You know, like skydiving.
And so I ordered, and I tasted, and I swooned onto the table
we were sitting at. It was INCREDIBLE. My taste buds wept with joy and I had
found a new love in the nut world. So now we’re introducing it to the kids and
so far one is converted but the other two need the thumbscrews tightened just
that little bit more.
Til next post
Mary
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