Week 7: High-Fiving Good Time

I just sung an aria, high-fived all our neighbors, and kart wheeled across the lawn. All in celebration of finishing the shingles! I feel like belting Sinatra lyrics from the mountain tops in Julie Andrews style. But the sweetest successes come from labored struggle. Our communication skills provided just such a stretch during this project. Specifically our use of the term "goal". Being a to-do list junkie, I break projects into attainable tasks with timelines called "goals". Clint uses the same term to mean "a general ambition for accomplishment". If he meets his goal, he believes it wasn't set high enough. These two definitions collided in December after I pestered Clint to set a completion date for the shingles. He casually mentioned it would take at least a few weekends. I have no use for modifiers like "at least", so I translated this into an oath of completion in exactly 21 days, or 3 weeks (give or take a few hours). When that magic number 21 was reached, two lonely rows of cedar were tacked up in the back. Not quite what I had on my spreadsheeted goal. Since then, we have committed to a common remodel vocabulary. I'm trying to loosen up, and Clint is explaining plans in terms I can understand. Back to my arias, I'm off to serenade the neighbors with my joyful Buble jingles.