Eccl. 3:1a & 2a "There is a time for everything...a time to be born and a time to die..."
I took my dad for a physical today and I'm thinking maybe the doctor should've checked me out as well, but then maybe it's nothing that a good night of sleep won't cure.
My brain is going haywire and it is time for bed, but I WILL get back to blogging one of these days. My good intentions for tonight have just fled and so you will have to wait to hear this story.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
A Hairy Day!
I was disgruntled as I crawled into bed. My shower didn't work and I had no idea why. I do not like "Hunny Do" lists without the hunny. Fixing things is not my thing. I don't have the brains for it and furthermore I simply don't want to do it cause it's not the woman's place and I wouldn't want to get out of line.
Well, the next morning my phone rang before I was even out of bed. It was my sister with some sisterly advice that her husband so kindly handed out. He thought it might be a calcium build-up that could be taken care of by simply removing the shower head and soaking it in some concoction I didn't have. Still, I thought, it might be worth taking that shower head off and looking it over.
I was still feeling rather disgruntled as I climbed in the tub and tried to figure out how to unscrew the silly shower head. I don't have time for this, I grumbled to myself. At last it came off and with a pliers and screwdriver (yep, I even have a few tools of my own) I took it apart even further. It didn't LOOK like anything was wrong, but then, what do I know? I decided to try the shower without the shower head and still no water was forthcoming. Then my imagination ran wild and all I could think of was a rat stuck in the pipe! Horrors! I wasn't about to deal with that! A man was needed, of this I was convinced! I washed my hands of the affair and called the maintenance guy.
I arrived at work and there I learned the real source of my problem was a water leak at the neighbors. The water is piped down for 6 households, so one leak can cause a lot of problems. My problem was simply a lack of pressure. It took me a very long time to put 2 and 2 together and realize what was going on. I was vastly relieved that once the neighbors problem was taken care of, mine was, too!
Little Ole Lady Crocheting
That same day there was a flurry of excitement at Miller Seed Farms. I was surprised to arrive at work to find a little ole lady calmly sitting in the office crocheting. Dolores was madly rushing around answering the phone, waiting on customers, doing paperwork and generally keeping things running, as she always does. Still this little ole lady sat there calmly crocheting. "Just let me know if I'm in the way," she kindly said, as once again we excused ourselves for reaching over her head, trying to get in a drawer and other such things as we madly raced around. And still this little ole lady sat there calmly crocheting.
Occasionally she made a comment or asked a question and I would pause in my mad rush to sit back, take a deep breath and drum up an answer. And then the phone would ring again or I would be sent on an errand and still the little ole lady sat there calmly crocheting. I vainly wished I could be as calm as her in the midst of the "storm".
When his wheat was loaded, her husband at last appeared and after paying the bill he departed with his calmly crocheting wife! Dolores' comment was, "That woman could sit and crochet in a hurricane!" And I thought to myself, I think she just did!
Well, the next morning my phone rang before I was even out of bed. It was my sister with some sisterly advice that her husband so kindly handed out. He thought it might be a calcium build-up that could be taken care of by simply removing the shower head and soaking it in some concoction I didn't have. Still, I thought, it might be worth taking that shower head off and looking it over.
I was still feeling rather disgruntled as I climbed in the tub and tried to figure out how to unscrew the silly shower head. I don't have time for this, I grumbled to myself. At last it came off and with a pliers and screwdriver (yep, I even have a few tools of my own) I took it apart even further. It didn't LOOK like anything was wrong, but then, what do I know? I decided to try the shower without the shower head and still no water was forthcoming. Then my imagination ran wild and all I could think of was a rat stuck in the pipe! Horrors! I wasn't about to deal with that! A man was needed, of this I was convinced! I washed my hands of the affair and called the maintenance guy.
I arrived at work and there I learned the real source of my problem was a water leak at the neighbors. The water is piped down for 6 households, so one leak can cause a lot of problems. My problem was simply a lack of pressure. It took me a very long time to put 2 and 2 together and realize what was going on. I was vastly relieved that once the neighbors problem was taken care of, mine was, too!
Little Ole Lady Crocheting
That same day there was a flurry of excitement at Miller Seed Farms. I was surprised to arrive at work to find a little ole lady calmly sitting in the office crocheting. Dolores was madly rushing around answering the phone, waiting on customers, doing paperwork and generally keeping things running, as she always does. Still this little ole lady sat there calmly crocheting. "Just let me know if I'm in the way," she kindly said, as once again we excused ourselves for reaching over her head, trying to get in a drawer and other such things as we madly raced around. And still this little ole lady sat there calmly crocheting.
Occasionally she made a comment or asked a question and I would pause in my mad rush to sit back, take a deep breath and drum up an answer. And then the phone would ring again or I would be sent on an errand and still the little ole lady sat there calmly crocheting. I vainly wished I could be as calm as her in the midst of the "storm".
When his wheat was loaded, her husband at last appeared and after paying the bill he departed with his calmly crocheting wife! Dolores' comment was, "That woman could sit and crochet in a hurricane!" And I thought to myself, I think she just did!
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