TRUE CONTENT-"Be content with your surroundings but not with yourself till you have made the most of them."
This morning has been a humorous one! At least it has been to me. I see things a little differently than some.
Tabby Cat was mewing at the window again this morning. Insisting to go out, and then come in, what a cat she is! My eldest child went to retrieve her and so came back to report the dining room was "all wet"!
The Man I live with was quick to run and check it out. I lie there in bed questioning all the possibilities, but calm enough to lie there still.
Again, my daughter came to report the live action in dramatic headlines: THE FISH TANK IS LEAKING! EVERYTHING’S WET! IT’S UNDER THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR!
I saw my husband pass through the hallway and gather some towels from the linen closet and bathroom. This must be seriously wet, I’m thinking. Finally my thoughts somehow gathered around to complete the following: I must help my husband.
I hopped out of bed, grabbed my shoes and tied them.
I walked in to see the action of flowing rivers and floating towels with my husband and daughter upon them. No such sight. Instead, however, I found about 1/3 of the dining room covered in water and as was said by my daughter, under the living room flooring! Oh my. My husband says to me, "Dearest love of my life, I cannot possibly dry anymore. We are out of towels and must needs do something!" Okay he didn’t quite say it like that, BUT THAT’S HOW I CHOSE TO HEAR IT.
Silly me, I’d just thrown my mop away and keep forgetting to fetch a new one! (This is okay because I used to towel mop and dry my floors for the first five years of our marriage. What can I say, I’m a survivor!) I retrieved last night’s laundry basket and fished out a few clean towels. I said, "Husband: fetch me the mop bucket rather quickly. We simply must wring out these towels so we can reuse them." My husband went to the garage and retrieved the mopping bucket. (Oh, it’s a fine one! It has two compartments, one for clean water and one for dirty water! )
I began to dry up the floor with my few clean towels and he began wringing out the ones he had just thrown onto the floor. They were sopping wet!
I lifted a few items to make sure it was dry beneath (this section of my dining room is also my office and work area. I keep file boxes, printer and computer there). After all dramatic work was complete; I stood back and marveled at the goodness of God. Nothing of importance was wet or damaged. Only one leg of my sewing table was dampened; nothing else. Even the walls were untouched!
The tank was not broken. My husband fiddled with a few things in the tank after I’d gone to bed last night. Somehow a hose disconnected itself and began ciphering the water out of the tank onto the floor. I’d heard a horrible story once of a woman who had one of those hoses spray water in her face and electrocute her so I’m delighted no one was hurt in this instance.
All of the drama had me laughing and skipping back to bed in the wee twilight hours for ‘just a few more minutes of rest’. (I already told you: I tend to see things a bit differently …)
Today’s to-do:
I have been going through my old data CDs this morning. They are perhaps six or seven years old. But that is what I will continue to do a bit this afternoon as well. In between jobs and visits to the hospital, that is. I am guessing this will take all day and maybe tomorrow considering I will be interrupted quite a bit for jobs and cooking. (And, of course, smoothies will have to be made. Who could possibly forget the smoothies?)
But what a job it is! Why didn’t I mark these? What was my problem? What would have been so difficult about marking and labeling CDs? Those are questions left unanswered this morning.
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