I've been gardening for therapy and to fill my days.
I don't kill too many of my plants. A lot of them thrive.
Anyway, I've been contemplating propagating plants and selling them, either wholesale, or figuring out a way to start a retail nursery, or a combination of both.
I had my own business for 15 years, long before WH was in my life.
I helped him start our business, with him as figurehead and me as the support structure.
It's not hard to do the framework of starting a business, the tricky part is finding the financial resources to set the stage where actual income can start, and to hold on long enough to get the income stream flowing well.
Our business was retail sporting goods. I'm thinking retail plants isn't far from where I left off. Stuff for enthusiasts who do their hobby on the weekends mostly
I have land where I live for some small scale propagation.
I found a place that might be perfect for a retail spot, and I might be able to get it dirt (hah) cheap.
Just thinking about it, at this point. Gonna talk to a couple friends and try to think it through before I go too far down this path.
WH was well established in his industry. I'm not. The last time I worked in horticulture I was 18 years old. Quite a few challenges before me if I try to do this.
I edit because I always make typos.
I say go for it if you have the resources; nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Me: FBS (no longer betrayed nor a spouse)-62
D-day: 2007 (two years before finding SI)
S: 6/2010; D: 3/2011
Trust me. My wallet is empty.
Well, I invited him to come take a look at the land I have access to and we spent about half a day together. He knows STBXWHNPDPAFTG and my situation WRT my work, and in talking I made it clear I am NOT looking for a relationship of any sort and am focusing on my NB.
OMG, I didn't think it would be like a "date" but it had a lot of those sorts of things going on. Trying to see if there was compatibility, turnoffs, etc.
He talks constantly. He has bad breath. He has a weird sense of humor that I would tire of fast. He did little inquiry into the details of what I have going on in my garden right now, flitting from topic to topic. With the odd jobs he's been doing he just comes across as really scattered.
We did a side trip to look at some land that might work for retail space and when we were walking around I noticed him spitting. I looked at his face and realized he might be chewing tobacco! That would explain the bad breath!
I've learned that I do better at work when I'm part of a team. I am more productive, more accountable, etc. Talking him made me realize I probably should think about finding a compatible business partner, and now I realized he was my first reject. I'll have to figure out a way to let him know we are not a match. Ugh.
OTH, I am getting more jazzed about pursuing this.
I have an opportunity to pick up some temporary part-time work with a non-profit that I have been involved in for over a decade. Unfortunately it involves working with a new guy who is driving me out of my mind. I ask him to loop me in on communication regarding a certain effort and he blows me off - completely. Then I get a report that he's been working on this thing without my knowledge or any chance for feedback. I feel somewhat like I'm in competition just to get in the door for something I would be doing if this guy weren't around.
And then he does it again, we are supposed to be working together to put on a class for volunteers and he writes up a 90 slide presentation and drops it on me practically finished. I give him feedback (it's for a 2 hour class), and he blows me off.
The class is tonight. I am ready to punch him in the nose and don't know how to state my "feelings" (which I suspect he gives a rats ass about) about wanting to COLLABORATE not chase him around for a chance to get a word in edge wise.
It's passive-aggressive bullying through non-communication and "TADA!" it's done!
Sorry - had to get that out of my system. I'm very excited for your potential NB! Please keep us posted.
And never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.
― Sarah McMane