And here we are with over a month or so to go before we declare The Local Grocer ‘open’.
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