Date
30.05.1993

Dr Materials 5000
................ Cr Cash 5000

Well, I’m finally using this thing. Rach went and brought me this new journal, ‘cause she said the old one was all falling to pieces. Appreciate the sentiment and all, but I didn’t see the problem with it myself.

Not really much to write about, business side of things. Steph’s still a downright pain in the ass, but that’s babies for you. Nearly cut my own hand off sawing through a two-by-four, lack of sleep being what it is.

Doesn’t stop me from loving her to bits.

Not much else happening, at the moment. Life moves on, as always.

Really, honey?

The old ledger was being held together by duct tape and shoelaces.

Let me repeat that.

Shoelaces.

There is a shoelace shaped line, and the old book had well and truly crossed it.

You’re welcome.






Date
30.05.2000

Dr Materials 7800
................ Cr Cash 7800
Dr Accounts Receivable 20000
................ Cr Unearned Revenue 20000



Rach’s getting a good laugh outa this, she is. Says the journal was for business, not some personal diary. Myself, I don’t see the harm – waste not, want not, y’know? Got a lock and key on the thing now.

Got some new folk in town - Robinsons, or something. Got a baby with ‘em. Not a bad bunch, and they’re doing their part to keep me in business – paying for a whole new houseload of furniture. I’d half a mind to ask ‘em what was wrong with the old junk, but business is business.

Mcdonalds are going through tough times though, courtesy of competition what with the highway bypass through the town. Told ‘em I’d stick by ‘em, higher prices or no. Geff grinned at that, told me it meant a lot to ‘im.

Steph’s started school. Told her she was welcome to help me out in the workshop, but she didn’t seem too keen on the idea.

She’ll come around to it.

‘outa’? Really?

I suppose some things never change.

Incidentally, you should stop leaving the key on your bedside drawers.






Date
30.05.2007

Dr Materials 3000
................ Cr Accounts Payable 3000
Dr Interest Expense 400
................Cr Cash 400



Well, things’ve more or less gone to shit.

Steph and I… ain’t exactly seeing things eye-to-eye at the moment. She’s looking at going to college, talking interstate. Rach is all for it, but who’s gonna look after this place? Ain’t as young as I used to be, and the last apprentice we took in lasted all of three weeks.

Business ain’t what it used to be either – turns out people ain’t quite so enthusiastic about local goods when they’re two thirds of the price elsewhere. And the McDonalds…well, can’t say I won’t miss ‘em. Geff was a good guy.

Even those Robinsons ain’t doing too flash, from the looks of it. Sold back the queen bed from yonder back, put in orders for two singles. Now I ain’t no marriage councillor, but neither’ve I completely lost my marbles yet.

Gotta feel sorry for their kid.






Date
30.05.2014

Dr Cash 5000
................ Cr Sales Revenue 5000
Dr Inventory Expense 3500
................ Cr Inventory 3500


In the end, that that’s how it always goes. Life moves on.

It’s a wonder that it still seems to come as a surprise.

The Robinsons are packing up shop, but their kid’s likely to stay here ‘til he’s finished up school. He’s been spending some time in the workshop, and I’ve been thinking ‘bout taking him in as an apprentice. Robinsons ain’t seem to mind – I think they’re grateful, in their own way.

The Mcdonalds are still gone, but there’s a new group moving in to take up their old business. Ain’t got their names yet, but I think they’ll do well here. This ain’t such a bad place.

As for me, well.

I ain’t broke yet.

We’ll be fine, honey. We always have been. You know that.

Oh, and this lock needs replacing.

Good grief, has it been twenty years now? How’ve you -

Really? Shoelaces?

Again?

I’ll go out and get you another next time I’m out; this book’s well and truly finished.

It's about time you started a new page.