…to shut the door!
The weather has cooled beautifully here in south Texas. The sweating has come to an end, and we’re enjoying the sort of fall weather that leaves us with silly grins on our faces. But the mornings can be chilly sometimes, and we’re putting off the trip to the storage shed for the heaters. So far we have stayed very comfortable if we remember to close all the windows before bed.
But today barely topped 60 degrees, chilly by our standards. It’s time to break the summertime habit of leaving the front door wide open!
I’ve been issuing reminders right and left for weeks now:
“Close the door!”
“Don’t leave that door open!”
“Close the door!”
“I don’t care if you thought somebody was coming behind you. CLOSE THE DOOR!”
Even the baby has taken to bellowing at her sisters: “Dose-duh-doooo!”
But it just isn’t working. Why is it that children refuse to heed repeated verbal warnings? Why must they provoke us to real action before they decide that what we’re telling them is really important?
My blood runs thin and I’m afraid of the cold. I’m a desperate woman driven to desperate measures. I’m now charging a $.25 fine for each infraction. As always, if the perpetrator doesn’t have cold hard cash she is given the privilege of working off her debt. Making my bed, starting a load of laundry, or swatting 5 flies are 3 ways to earn a fast quarter. If necessary, I can come up with others.
I suspect this will work well over the next several days but today it had an unexpected side effect and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Those of you who think my plan is too mean will be relieved to know that I’m losing money on the deal.
It works like this: every time I demand the fine from an offender, she remembers that I actually and legitimately owe her money, so I end up paying out money to the offender. As of now, I think I’m at least a dollar in the red even though I’ve collected 6 or 7 fines today. Sigh. Another great entrepreneurial idea gone awry.