Disaster and gratitude go hand in hand
Unfortunately, this was a pretty disastrous holiday.
Saturday morning, we woke up to find that one of our trees in the back had come crashing down, and was leaning precariously against our neighbor's fence.
It was also the morning that my husband passed out in the bathroom after an allergy induced coughing fit, bashing his face and scraping a huge scrape into his left shin.
Sunday, we came home from the market to find that water from the second floor bathroom was leaking through the livingroom ceiling.
All in all, a good excuse to crawl into bed and pull the covers up over one's head, yes?
Um, no.
The tree was goodnaturedly disassembled by our good neighbor with a gas-powered chain saw, as was another one that was dead and that had simply not fallen yet, and no permanent damage was done to anyone's property.
And the doctor's office just happened to be open on Saturday morning, in spite of the holiday, and would actually see Paul, and we could get him an antibiotic and an inhaler, and he has felt much better ever since. And while his fall in and of itself could have been a disaster, he came away relatively unscathed and in one piece.
AND the plumber was able to come out yesterday, and cheerfully fixed our leak issues cleanly and efficiently, and relatively inexpensively (the key word there being "relatively"--it was still pricey, but not nearly as bad as was expected), in spite of the fact that we wrecked his holiday, and he even bolted in the hunk of drywall that needed to be cut out of the shared wall between the bathroom and the bedroom so that the cats would not crawl in there and get stuck or hurt themselves....
So yeah--bad stuff happened. But I am so completely thankful for good neighbors with good power tools, good doctors who actually practice medicine instead of insisting on making us wait to get treatment, good workers who do thorough and skillful jobs, not only with expertise but also with an eye on the fact that the houses they work on have people living in them, and are actually homes...it hardly seems worth it to complain.
Because while bad stuff happened, wonderful stuff happened to fix the bad stuff.
We are so very blessed.
Saturday morning, we woke up to find that one of our trees in the back had come crashing down, and was leaning precariously against our neighbor's fence.
It was also the morning that my husband passed out in the bathroom after an allergy induced coughing fit, bashing his face and scraping a huge scrape into his left shin.
Sunday, we came home from the market to find that water from the second floor bathroom was leaking through the livingroom ceiling.
All in all, a good excuse to crawl into bed and pull the covers up over one's head, yes?
Um, no.
The tree was goodnaturedly disassembled by our good neighbor with a gas-powered chain saw, as was another one that was dead and that had simply not fallen yet, and no permanent damage was done to anyone's property.
And the doctor's office just happened to be open on Saturday morning, in spite of the holiday, and would actually see Paul, and we could get him an antibiotic and an inhaler, and he has felt much better ever since. And while his fall in and of itself could have been a disaster, he came away relatively unscathed and in one piece.
AND the plumber was able to come out yesterday, and cheerfully fixed our leak issues cleanly and efficiently, and relatively inexpensively (the key word there being "relatively"--it was still pricey, but not nearly as bad as was expected), in spite of the fact that we wrecked his holiday, and he even bolted in the hunk of drywall that needed to be cut out of the shared wall between the bathroom and the bedroom so that the cats would not crawl in there and get stuck or hurt themselves....
So yeah--bad stuff happened. But I am so completely thankful for good neighbors with good power tools, good doctors who actually practice medicine instead of insisting on making us wait to get treatment, good workers who do thorough and skillful jobs, not only with expertise but also with an eye on the fact that the houses they work on have people living in them, and are actually homes...it hardly seems worth it to complain.
Because while bad stuff happened, wonderful stuff happened to fix the bad stuff.
We are so very blessed.