My driveway is a mess, how is yours? We have HUGE pot holes and Archie and I were going to use some of our tax return to fill them in, then have a layer of stone put down to keep everything in place.
Then the unexpected happens and I second guess everything. What the heck do I do now? Is it REALLY that important? Should I do it myself?
I am one that tends to embrace my limitations (to a point). I know right now I am still struggling to make my circuits connect in decisions at home because I carry only half of the current. The other, of course, went through Archie and we made a complete circle. Now I don’t trust myself completely because my circuits are still searching for completeness of thought, and I think it’s going to be a while… . Time to call for back-up. WILLIS!!!!!
Yes, I called my boss. I just needed a second opinion as to the need. Is it a need or a want? I weigh everything so very carefully. Is it budgeted for? Yes. Is it necessary? not sure… . Willis doesn’t want to make a judgement call over the phone. He and Linda don’t live very far away so he asks if he can drop by to take a look on his way to town.
Yep, it’s a need. He suggests I call around and get estimates. I am grateful he stopped by. I needed to know my head is still screwed on right, even if it doesn’t feel like it.
I call for estimates, make an appointment for a load in a spreader truck, and go into work early so I can get off early to meet the truck. Where to park? We drop a vehicle off at work. Since our neighbor passed away three weeks ago, we cannot ask him if we can park in his driveway. We don’t know who to ask, so we think it’s safe to park in his driveway for just an hour.
Note the “think.”
I get off of work and rush home, but no truck. Odd, maybe they are running late. I get changed, grab the hoe, rack, and shovel, and pull weeds in the front while I anxiously await the gravel. 45 minutes…they close in 15. I’d best call. Ooops, they are running behind, she says. They need to reschedule. Ummmm, no. I am a single income household and I had to take off of work. Every hour counts and I cannot afford to take off again. I am kind, but stern. She puts me on hold. Amazingly enough, they found a driver, “but it maybe a while.” I share I do not care how long it takes, as long as I do not have to take off of work again. She smiles (you can hear a smile over the phone, really!) and says they will be there soon.
During this time I have been parked at the neighbor’s house. What I didn’t notice is that right before the truck arrived the neighbor on the other side of our neighbor had called the POA and reported an odd truck sitting in the driveway. Taylor arrived right before the gravel truck and pulled into the neighbors driveway. Some of our neighbor’s family was there and started questioning Taylor. She was explaining our predicament and they seemed very understanding.
I was helping the driver fill in the pot holes as Taylor walked across the yard towards me. Two pot holes later they were calling for Taylor to come back. Our neighbor’s family had decided that if we did not move our vehicles immediately they were going to call the police and have our cars towed. They said we had no right to park in their driveway. Yikes! Taylor came running over terribly upset and explained the situation. The driver of the gravel truck gave me a bewildered look and I took off to move my truck, stopping to apologize profusely for the inconvenience we had caused them.
The neighbor on our other side came to the rescue. She offered us her driveway until the gravel was down. Taylor moved her car but was still in a terrible funk. She was very upset even after the gravel truck had gone and her car was safely in our driveway. She continued to rehash the situation, trying to figure out,”what she did wrong.” I explained she didn’t do anything wrong. We would have asked if our neighbor was still alive. We could have asked his family, had we known who they were, but we didn’t. Honestly, had the truck been on time, we would have been out of the driveway before it bothered anyone. We did the best we could, including moving when they asked/demanded.
That answer was not what she was looking for and she continued her rehashing. This was the “gist” of what I said:
“You can’t help it if someone dumps their crap on you. Once they do, nobody around you can say or do anything to make you feel better/smell better. You have to choose to stand up and knock the crap off. Only then can you start to smell/feel better.” If you continue talking about the negative things that happen in your life, the more you are stuck in/on them. Brush them off and move on.
“Not that I have already attained, or am already perfected; but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me. Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead. I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3:12)
Do I always do this? Absolutely not. Am I working on it? Sure am. How are you smelling right now? Be honest…do you stink?