A few days ago, on my Connections site, I described the chaos of my current life.
A broken pipe; drastic rearrangement of my objects to allow access; and then, finally, the day arrived.
That day was yesterday, which began at 6 a.m. Which meant, of course, that I was awake at 3 a.m. so I could spend some quiet time on the computer before their arrival. A good thing, since there was no more quiet until they finally departed at 4 p.m.
From the stomping around, the pounding, and then the VERY LOUD noise when they sawed through pipes—the vibrations of which knocked one of the clocks off my walls!—to the constant movement through my space…well, let’s just say none of this was conducive to reading.
Nevertheless, I did make some progress on my book. And I kept reminding myself that, once they were finished, I would have hot water again! Yay!
So they finally finished that part; they tested everything; and voila, success!
I really enjoyed turning on the hot water to wash dishes, and then…the wonderful shower! Let me tell you, cold water showers may not be so bad in the hot summer, but there’s nothing like hot water.
What I learned from all this…do not take anything for granted! Every day, you just go along in your routines, expecting things to work, and then one day, you look outside, see water pooling up, and everything changes.
They’re not done yet, of course. The plumbing is finished, but now someone comes today to start patching up the holes in the dry wall, which is a several-days process. More interruptions, but less disruptive. And I was able to put most of my stuff back. Not in the areas where dry wall reconstruction will be happening, but my office now looks kind of normal. Whatever normal looks like, of course.
I had to consider the possibility that maybe I have too much STUFF around. And while I was playing around on the computer, I put a few things on Craigs List. Things that I had forgotten that I even had, but which were “unearthed” by this movement of stuff from the various nooks and crannies.
Maybe this is a message from the universe that I need to reassess my style of living. Perhaps I should minimize, as my daughter is always telling me. Well, maybe not completely…
What would you do if you were forced to see your stuff scattered around and you looked at everything in a new light?
Could life return to the way it was, or would you change anything?