He was a humble man who lived a humble life. He took great joy in the little things. From getting up early before sunrise and fishing on the small lake from the comfort of his cabin's back porch to the occasional poker game down at the Elk's lodge Ben found himself preferring some of the easier comforts in life. He wasn't broke, earning a small fortune working as a craftsman at his a business he ran. He had many high profile clients and he could make or fix nearly anything with the right tools. From building cabinents to furniture to even fixing shoes and watches, Ben had done it all. He had earned a reputation around town and his small shop often had a wait time for a few weeks at a time. He took great care in what he did, making sure things were absolutely perfect before rolling the finished product out to his customer. While most of the money was tucked away, intended to put his grandchildren through college, Ben had splurged in order to build his perfect homestead.
Hidden from prying eyes behind a small forest, a windy path eventually led to the small four room cabin. He had his bedroom, a living area, a kitchen, and a bathroom. It was perfect for him and his wife to spend their dying days. The scenery of their backyard taken straight from a National Geographic magazine. Ben could spend hours looking at the centerpiece of it all, the majestic mountain that overlooked the tiny lake. Completing the cabin was patio and a small dock. It really was the perfect situation for him. Hell, when his wife died, he had spread her ashes in the middle of the lake. Near the dock, a rock naming the lake after his late wife.
The older man could be a pain in the rear to get ahold of. Usually, he was out and about. There was always something that needed to be done and Ben firmly believed that if anything needed to be done, it needed to be done right. He found himself spending lots of time making sure each project was perfect, taking great care in everything he did. Measure twice, cut once. Today, however, Ben was cleaning up the place. Finally answering his phone, he had worked out a plan with his son who wanted to drop their youngest daughter off at his place to spend some time with him. It was to be a mini vacation for her. A break from life at home with her immediate family. Of course, Ben was happy to have her. Making a long trip to the local grocery store, Ben stocked up on food for the two of them for the week. One of his favorite pictures on his fireplace was the picture of his youngest granddaughter and him in his boat after catching a decent sized trout. Both of their faces were full of jubilation and sheer happiness.
It honestly escaped his memory the last time his son and his family had made it out to his place. While the cabin itself wasn't too far away from a small town, it was a few hours away by car from his son's house. The distance was far enough where a reunion of any sort needed to be for a special occasion. His son hadn't mentioned where he was taking the rest of his family, but he made it clear he didn't want to take his youngest. Getting ready for the visit proved to be quite an undertaking. In addition to grocery shopping, Ben needed to chop some firewood, pressure wash the deck and the dock, tidy up the inside of the house, and sweep the walkway to the house itself. Starting early in the morning, Ben had finished before noon when his son had mentioned they were to stop by. Knowing his son well, Ben figured he had a couple hourse still. His son had always had a problem with time and it was ultimately why he was fired from the family business. Ben wouldn't allow his son to ruin his spotless reputation.
The cabin itself was bare of electronics. Ben had a phone, though he hardly used it. He used a fireplace he had built to heat his home. He cooked on a wood stove, and he didn't even have a television or internet. When his granddaughter showed up, she would be stuck with him for most of her entertainment. Ben never believed in shoving a T.V in front of kids. Kids could learn so much more by working with their hands and experiencing the world. They were values that he had tried to pass onto his only son, but they didn't take. His son, Jeremy, used television to raise his two daughters and the thought alone made Ben sick to his stomach.
Taking a few moments to relax on the couch, Ben closed his eyes for a brief moment. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt with his old company name on it, as well as a pair of sweatpants which had turned into his go to choice as of late. Part of him wanted to take the boat out fishing, but there was no telling when they would arrive. Ben honestly couldn't wait for them to show up. He had the week to spend with his favorite grand daughter. Anything she wanted to do, he would be up for. He would make sure she was well fed and had a great time. This much, was Ben's promise to himself.
Hidden from prying eyes behind a small forest, a windy path eventually led to the small four room cabin. He had his bedroom, a living area, a kitchen, and a bathroom. It was perfect for him and his wife to spend their dying days. The scenery of their backyard taken straight from a National Geographic magazine. Ben could spend hours looking at the centerpiece of it all, the majestic mountain that overlooked the tiny lake. Completing the cabin was patio and a small dock. It really was the perfect situation for him. Hell, when his wife died, he had spread her ashes in the middle of the lake. Near the dock, a rock naming the lake after his late wife.
The older man could be a pain in the rear to get ahold of. Usually, he was out and about. There was always something that needed to be done and Ben firmly believed that if anything needed to be done, it needed to be done right. He found himself spending lots of time making sure each project was perfect, taking great care in everything he did. Measure twice, cut once. Today, however, Ben was cleaning up the place. Finally answering his phone, he had worked out a plan with his son who wanted to drop their youngest daughter off at his place to spend some time with him. It was to be a mini vacation for her. A break from life at home with her immediate family. Of course, Ben was happy to have her. Making a long trip to the local grocery store, Ben stocked up on food for the two of them for the week. One of his favorite pictures on his fireplace was the picture of his youngest granddaughter and him in his boat after catching a decent sized trout. Both of their faces were full of jubilation and sheer happiness.
It honestly escaped his memory the last time his son and his family had made it out to his place. While the cabin itself wasn't too far away from a small town, it was a few hours away by car from his son's house. The distance was far enough where a reunion of any sort needed to be for a special occasion. His son hadn't mentioned where he was taking the rest of his family, but he made it clear he didn't want to take his youngest. Getting ready for the visit proved to be quite an undertaking. In addition to grocery shopping, Ben needed to chop some firewood, pressure wash the deck and the dock, tidy up the inside of the house, and sweep the walkway to the house itself. Starting early in the morning, Ben had finished before noon when his son had mentioned they were to stop by. Knowing his son well, Ben figured he had a couple hourse still. His son had always had a problem with time and it was ultimately why he was fired from the family business. Ben wouldn't allow his son to ruin his spotless reputation.
The cabin itself was bare of electronics. Ben had a phone, though he hardly used it. He used a fireplace he had built to heat his home. He cooked on a wood stove, and he didn't even have a television or internet. When his granddaughter showed up, she would be stuck with him for most of her entertainment. Ben never believed in shoving a T.V in front of kids. Kids could learn so much more by working with their hands and experiencing the world. They were values that he had tried to pass onto his only son, but they didn't take. His son, Jeremy, used television to raise his two daughters and the thought alone made Ben sick to his stomach.
Taking a few moments to relax on the couch, Ben closed his eyes for a brief moment. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt with his old company name on it, as well as a pair of sweatpants which had turned into his go to choice as of late. Part of him wanted to take the boat out fishing, but there was no telling when they would arrive. Ben honestly couldn't wait for them to show up. He had the week to spend with his favorite grand daughter. Anything she wanted to do, he would be up for. He would make sure she was well fed and had a great time. This much, was Ben's promise to himself.