Ever have one of those weeks where you just think - what are you doing, God?
Sometimes I feel like I'm in the wrong life. Or on the wrong train. Or just in the way. I can't figure out what I'm suppose to be doing.
Our daughter is buying her first house. It needs some work. I called a carpenter, a builder, and an aluminum company for estimates on some roof work. One called me back, two did not. The one who returned my call referred me to the one who has not called me back. Waiting....
We discovered a leak in our upstairs bathtub a few weeks ago. Called a plumber, who recommended a new tub, along with repairing the pipes that drip water into the garage every time the shower runs. We ordered a new tub and hired a tile guy to tear out the tub and attached tile. (The toilet had to come out too, and now sits in my office.)
The plumber returned and announced the new tub is too big. Apparently, new tubs aren't standard sizes for older homes. Back online we go...will Home Depot take back the big tub? Do they even make the size tub we need? There are a few. Not really what I want, but at this point, I just need something that fits.
Last week, I deposited in the bank a check from some stocks we had
cashed in. Six days later, I paid some bills online, and next day, we
had not one cent in our account. WHAT?
My husband contacted our bank, and we were given the rigmarole about the sizable amount of the check, how long it takes to clear, yadda, yadda. We've cashed in stock before with nary a problem. We'll check on it, we were told. Waiting...
On Friday, my dad had some stroke symptoms and, upon admission to the hospital, it was discovered he had a small brain bleed. He will be 90 in about two weeks. They admitted him to ICU and scheduled surgery (burr holes in the skull to clean out the debris) for Sunday. Everything stopped for about 48 hours. Waiting...
Dad did fine with the surgery and was moved out of ICU on Monday. Great relief. For a day. He now has a bladder problem and a lung issue that might keep him in the hospital longer. Waiting...
Yesterday, I tried to catch Dad's doctor. Sat with Dad, roamed the halls, got tea from the coffee shop, roamed some more. No doctor. I finally left. He showed up shortly after that.
I felt like I just keep missing the boat. Or the peg hole. No contractors, no tub, no money, no updates on Dad.
Last night, I was thinking, I'll just hide out today and try to accomplish nothing. Then maybe something will get done. I didn't even go to the gym. I stayed in my jammies until my husband announced he'd found a tub, here locally, that we could have delivered today. Then, the bank called and said the stock money was fully available and they pulled all the fees we'd been charged due to a slow-clearing check from
Merrill Lynch. The aluminum company called and will assess our
daughter's roof next week.
Wow, I thought. Sit around, and stuff happens.
Dad is still in waiting mode, but apparently I can't
I don't really know the moral of this story, except this: "Be still and know that I am God" has new meaning.