It didn't matter much eventually

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The day being a holiday and bright and fresh from the showers, I decided to start the day a bit late, around 7:00. My sister went out to the market, for the week's reserves and I resorted to reading the newspapers, begging my attention for the past few days. We have been keeping our gate locked to discourage unknown people from showing up. It’s at a distance from the entrance owing to the garden. Once in, they open the sliding windows and peep inside with different excuses to extract money. Eventually someone came. He had a big aluminum sheet. Two weeks earlier, I'd asked him to come for the garage door closure at the bottom. Scorpions and frogs have been seen earlier and we had thought of getting it done. He promised but didn't turn up. We also learnt from our neighbors that not all are skillful. The one they had hired had actually damaged the garage door in the process. He had an assistant who insisted despite my refusal. Somehow it is the desperation and the innocence in him that worked on my mind and I started getting some chores done to distract myself. I comforted on the thought that the gate being locked from outside, I couldn't allow him to enter. ‘But I could have taken his phone number at least’, the other half of me had protested. After having done my work, I resorted to reading those newspapers I haven't had read. As I was going through the supplement section, I hit upon a segment which dealt with an interview of woman writer who has published books dealing with children's literature. Impressed with her views, I checked her up on LinkedIn and found an impressive profile. In the list of mutual connections, I hit upon someone, in the field of administration, now posted in Lusaka, Zambia now, who I knew and had connected with earlier. I also connected with a junior from college who I felt like sharing my project ideas with, she being a corporate instructional designer. Now I'm thinking on developing my incomplete project with potential idea givers. I'd left working on the project for the lack of ideas, for lack of connection, for lack of follow up and have been wondering, if at all, it'd take shape. I need people who are either retired or working in senior management positions. Of course, I don't take credit for what I did. But the other thought of what I could have done (for my sister would eventually had turned him away), had faded away. It didn't matter so much at all after sometime.