I don’t like storms
Or, at more accurately, I don’t like storms that cause power to go out, which knocks the power out in the middle of the night, which causes the sump pump to not work, which causes the basement to flood.
That I don’t like at all. Not one little bit.
Especially when you wake up to nice, squishy, wet carpeting in the basement at 7 in the morning.
Comparatively speaking, we got off a whole lot easier than a bunch of folks here in NW Indiana — and for that I thank God — but it’s made for a darned annoying, stressful, and inconvenient day. Fortunately, we were able to find a wonderful company to take care of the work of clean-up & drying things out (Garner, Inc. for those of you in this neck of the woods - they are good people, who do top-notch work at very reasonable prices…). They got here real early and did a great job of getting the water out, the carpet ripped out, the fans & dehumidifiers moved in & things drying out, so that we should be dry by the end of tomorrow (Tuesday) at the latest.
Fortunately, we weren’t without power for too long, so we didn’t get too much water built up (my parents, by comparison, ended up with about a foot of water standing in their basement! But at least they didn’t have any carpet, and also didn’t have as much stuff low to the ground as we do/did, after the flooding they had last year around this same time of year…). I’d guess that we ended up with no more than an inch or two, which probably didn’t get to too much more than the bottoms of stuff like cabinets, bookshelves, & some power strips (i.e., nothing too valuable that I’ve noticed yet…)
It’s amazing how much something like this, which to be honest is really quite minor, can throw the whole household into chaos. Do we really have such a tenuous grasp on normalcy? Scary…
I’m just thankful that the only damage was to stuff, not people, and that the damage was to stuff that thus far looks to be easily replaceable. I’m also very thankful that God has watched over us, kept us safe, and provided us with capable and qualified neighbors to give us the services that we need to get us through these difficult times.
-ghp
In my head
I felt good walking out of work this evening.
Sad thing is, I caught myself doing it.
That’s probably not a good thing, is it? Not trusting that the good thing/feeling will continue if you acknowledge that it actually happened, that is…
Inside my head can be a, shall we say, odd and often unpleasant place to be. I’m sure that’s probably true for most everyone, but I know it’s the case for me. I know that I ought not doubt the good things, but that pesky sense of impending doom is awfully hard to shake, knamean?
God has blessed me, most certainly beyond anything I even remotely deserve. I ought to thankfully rest in those grace-full blessing. Sin, however, rears its ugly head, only to drag me away from that rest. Well, it’s probably more accurate to say that sin causes me to willingly run away from that rest, isn’t it? Machts nichts…
I’m feeling the need to just ramble, even as there’s a part of me (sitting inside my head, actually - the part that contributes my inner running monologue…) that’s saying it’s a bad idea — e.g., it’s self-indulgent, lame, boring, & readership-destroying. I just need to get some of these thoughts out, though, and since I’ve paid for hosting & taken the trouble to learn how to install, configure, & run things, I might as well do whatever the heck I please. Besides, I know there aren’t all that many folks to alienate out there (although I certainly do thank you hardy 30 or so subscribers of my RSS feed, and the average of 10 or so folks who browse directly by each day!). If you’ve been reading long enough, then you probably know enough of my quirks to possibly even be (morbidly) fascinated or (strangely) interested in what I might be thinking on a given day. Goodness knows I have opinions. And I certainly consume enough information each day, so that I should be able to crank stuff out. So that’s what I’ll try to do…
As I was saying, today was a pleasant walk out to the car. I like winter. I like the cold, crisp weather. After 12 years in North Carolina, cold, crisp winter air was something that almost made me giddy during my first winter back in the Midwest 6 years ago. That holds true through to today. The bite in the air. The sound carrying across the snow. The way the cold temps make my jacket crinkle. So often it’s those little things about God’s creation that make the biggest, most satisfying impressions.
And for that, I’m thankful.
-ghp
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