I know we're not his only client, and I know contractors tend to spread themselves thin. And I'd already warned JB a one-month estimate is contractor-speak for two and a half months. So I listened to the usual litany of excuses. But then Jimmy said something I found odd. "After a lot of prayer this weekend, it's all starting to work out."
I'm not sure, but I think he's praying for our kitchen. That's nice.
Then I mentioned I might be gone for a few days as I'm hoping I can get out of town this weekend for our annual pilgrimage to Munich for opening day of Oktoberfest. Jimmy said, "I don't know if you're a man of faith, but I'm sure if you ask for it, you'll be able to go."
To which I said, "I'm not about to waste the Good Lord's precious time asking for help getting to a beer festival."
But give me His number. I have a feeling I may need His help finding the right granite.
|Stevie's room is coming along nice, don't you think?|