Mike O’Grady heard a loud knock on his door at ten o’clock in the morning. He usually got up late and was just starting on his first coffee and first cigarette of the day. He was almost surprised when he arose each morning to find that he hadn’t died in his sleep. At Mike’s age, and with his many health challenges, every new day was a bonus. He grabbed his beautiful, hand carved walking stick with the lion’s head and headed in the direction of his apartment door.
“Hang on. I’m coming!” Mike yelled. He wished that people would appreciate how hard it was for him to get around and that they would make allowances for the extra time it took him to do things.
When Mike opened the door he was greeted by Jack Kimberley. Behind Jack were two strapping young men who were carrying long, thick pieces of lumber. Standing behind them were two attractive young females who were carrying cleaning supplies. Jack was carrying assorted bags that contained paint, various tools that Mike had requested and a can of carpenter’s glue.
“I hope I bought all the material that you’ll need Mike,” Jack said. “I’ve also brought along some human resources with me whom I am paying to be at your beck and call. I realize that you are not in the best of health so I’m going to spare you the grunt work and let you save your energy for your creative and artistic talents. Please call me if I have forgotten anything or you think of anything else that will help you with this project. I’ve asked the ladies to immediately start cleaning and rearranging your apartment. If you are going to build a life size model of Ogopogo, you are going to need as much free space as possible to work. We can’t have you tripping over anything, can we now?
My two male workers are going to start moving your furniture out of the way for you so that the ladies can start cleaning your floors. How long do you think it will take you to finish this project?”
“I would say give me about a week. I might be able to finish faster with all the helpers you’ve given me. I will still need to take frequent rest breaks to get my breath and energy back up, but it is a great relief to know that I won’t have to do any heavy lifting,” Mike answered.
Mike’s eyes were filled with wonder when he looked around and saw all the lumber, paints and other materials that Jack and his crew had brought in. He once again felt the same rush of excitement that the boy in grade eleven had felt when he started work on his model for his school’s science fair.