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The Rural Voice, 2004-07, Page 6i PRICE, SERVICE & SATISFACTION 1999 JEEP GRAND CHEROKEE LTD V8, auto, completely loaded, heated leather, memory seats, sunroof, CD. cassette & much more, focal trade. 111,000 kms $18,900 2002 DODGE DURANGO SLT + 4X4 7 passenger, V8, auto, moulded boards, leather, etc. local trade. $23,900 2003 JEEP TJ Sahara, 6 cyl., air, 5 speed, CD, like new, upgrades. local trade, some $26,900 2001 DODGE RAM 2500 QUAD CAB Diesel, auto, with joke brake, SLT pkg., PW, PL, tilt, local trade. $28,900 HANOVER CHRYSLER DODGE JEEP 664 -10th St., Hanover 1-866-788-8886 Phone: (519) 364-3570 0 (IIHYSLEK muga Jeep 2 THE RURAL VOICE Carol Riemer Back porch promises Carol Riemer is a freelance writer who lives with her husband and two children near Grand Valley, Ontario. It's one of those quiet country mornings. Sunlight filters through the trees, accompanied by a soft summer breeze. The kids are still sleeping. Having learned to take advantage of rare opportunities such as this. my husband and 1 quickly retreat outside to the porch with our coffee. Leaning back in my chair. I gaze out at the yard, with a well-earned sense of satisfaction. The gardens have all been planted, the shed has been cleaned out. and the lawn has been cut. At times like this, I can almost hear myself think. Most mornings are hectic. Hurried breakfasts, forgotten lunches. looming deadlines, and the inevitable mad dash to the school bus leave me yearning for the short reprieve of summer holidays. What I need is a chance to take it easy for a little while. To wind down. to stop and smell the roses, and perhaps, to gain a little perspective. But, thinking is often an overrated activity. It can lead to all kinds of trouble. It isn't long before a certain restlessness pervades this tranquil scene I start to think about all the things that still need to be done. The shed roof is missing some shingles. The drainpipe fell off during the last rainstorm, the eaves need painting, and a couple of fence posts, now leaning at a 45 -degree angle, have seen better days. It's a never-ending parade of projects that keeps us hopping from one thing to the next. I lean over and gently nudge my husband. Uninspired by my keen, observant eye, he mutters something about having just pushed the lawn mower to town, and back again. "Put it on my list of things to do," he offers. "I'll get to it later." "Promise?" I ask. "Sure," he nods. So, the day progresses. The kids get up, wipe the sleep from their eyes, and head straight for the kitchen. Rummaging through the refrigerator, they stubbornly resist my subtle suggestions for the day's activities, opting instead for a plea of starvation. Quickly seizing the opportunity. 1 barter some breakfast for chores. Telling teenagers that the barbeque needs cleaning, or that the patio umbrella gets stuck whenever I try to open it, elicits little sympathy. but the promise of food makes it a deal they simply can't resist. Later, in the afternoon, I enlist their help once again, by asking them to help me collect more rocks for our stone wall. Pushing the wheelbarrow around seems to meet with their approval, but lugging rocks draws less enthusiasm. 1 can't understand why they feel that way. To me, rocks are a lot like peanuts: "Just one more." I assure them. "and then, I'II stop." As the sun slowly sets behind the house. evening approaches. Returning to the porch. I find it shady and cool. The kids have gone in. We're alone, once again, and there is time to contemplate the day. "It's been perfect," my husband sighs, as he puts up his feet. "Just a quiet summer day in the country." "Perhaps, you're right," I admit, settling back in a comfortable chair. "Once in a while, 1 should try it your way." "How about tomorrow?" he suggests. "Promise me you'll take it easy tomorrow." "All right. Tomorrow," I promise. Looking over at the stone wall, it appears a bit taller than it was this morning. Unfortunately, so does the grass. "The lawn mower needs oil," I remind my husband, as he tilts his hat down over his eyes. "Put it on my list," he yawns. "I'll get to it tomorrow." "Promise?" I ask. He just smiles, nods his head, and replies, with well -rehearsed sincerity, "Yes, dear, I promise."0