Bad news today. Two of the three windows in the house have been replaced, but the third one was the wrong size, so it had to be re-ordered. (I can't believe we only have three windows, but I guess two sets of French doors take the place of the others that could be there.) It took a month for the windows I have to get here, so will it be Sept. before the third gets in? The contractor wasn't going to hang dry-wall until the windows were in, because he didn't want to have the inspection done with any of the windows still containing moisture. We might have to re-think this decision. The heating and air did not go in yesterday because they were behind due to power outages in other units, just like mine. They are now coming on next week, but I won't be holding my breath. I'm mad at myself for my response to the contractor's call this morning when he gave me the news. He said "I'm frustrated." I said, "Oh, no. I'm sorry. What's wrong?" The question is WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME???? Why am I saying I'm sorry???? I should have said, "Join the club. Welcome to frustration-town. I'll be your guide."
Why do I continue to be surprised by the bad things that happen? You know, the Pollyanna attitude can be very annoying sometimes, and I'm beginning to annoy myself. When I was having trouble with my old job, I was advised to "hope for the best, but plan for the worst." When you are a "hope for the best" kind of person, you kind of spend so much time hoping, that the worst sneaks up on you, because you forgot to plan for it. Should I change my "always look on the bright side" ways?? Maybe not, but I think it might be a good idea to quit apologizing to other people, when I have nothing to be sorry for. I'm starting to get on my nerves! Too bad I can't take a break from myself.
Suzanne, I am so sorry for the horrible loss of your home! I can only imagine how hard that must be.
ReplyDeleteYou are a great writer! Thank you for being transparent. I am blogging through our adoption process and I know the risk you take by sharing your heart so openly, but I think the therapeutic benefits outweigh the risk.
I didn't remember that you are only 4 years younger than me (You turn 40 in August, and I turn 44 in September). That means that when we met, you were 14 and I was 18. That is SO weird to think about. My older son is now 18, and so much like me that I can imagine how much fun I was to be around then. Not. Is it too late to say I'm sorry?
I will keep your family in my prayers.
Tracy Adcock