Tired of Waiting, But Curious About My Guides’ Latest Push
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Crimes to the Third Degree.
I am so tired of waiting for other people. And anyone with a lecture on patience can just go straight to their form of hell, whatever and wherever that may be.
I’ve been patient. I think I’ve waaaaaaaaysucceeded in the patience department. I’ve now had enough. Of a lot of things.
It’s been a year since the Pergo disaster in the “powder room” that resulted in pulling up all the Pergo in the bathroom and made me decide to pull up all the Pergo in the house and put down tile, like I’d wanted to years ago. I didn’t get around to pulling up all the flooring, but I did purchase my tiles and they’ve been sitting in my garage since last April, waiting for various tile men to get to me. Hurricanes caused some of that delay, but a year later, I’m still waiting. Of course, as of this weekend, I now have a Pergo disaster in the kitchen, so patience be damned.
And then there’s the back deck. What’s it been? Three years? At least! Since I took out my marital frustrations on a rotting wood deck, axe and crowbar in hand like a Ninja princess, until I could go no further and called in a demolition crew to finish the job and haul it off. Then my ex brought home this lunatic female “landscaper” to rebuild the deck and landscape the back yard—except she couldn’t even identify her suggested plants as well as my kids could and her idea of landscaping was literally to bulldoze the entire back yard, cut down all my trees, and pave it over. For a mere $15,000 but…possibly more.
Not no, but hell no. My intuition was screaming at decibels I’d never imagined.
So, after my divorce, I set out to find a good deck plan and deck builder…and did. Several, in fact. All of them have disappeared into taking care of personal issues or home issues of their own and haven’t gotten around to me yet. Yet! I know they’ve had their own problems that have nothing to do with me, but 4 different ones?
So at least in that area, I’m not waiting anymore. I’ll do the patio myself, thank you.
Sometime. Pick any of the 4.5 hours of sleep I scrounge per night.
And there are other house repairs but I’m still waiting on The Evil Home Repair Company to reimburse me for the damages they caused at Thanksgiving (Happy Easter!), that they agreed to pay 2 months ago, but I haven’t seen a cent yet.
It’s funny how my guides are whispering in my ears when I go shopping. I’m not supposed to buy any more stuff for the house. By “stuff,” I mean pictures, furniture, wall hangings…stuff. But apparently, it’s okay to keep painting in the house, okay to replace light fixtures and flooring, okay to build a deck and re-design the yards, okay to buy plants…lots of them
(It’s okay to buy impractical but fun polka dot stiletto boots, too, if they’re marked down to $4, but that’s another story.)
I don’t know what’s up with my guides, though. For the past 18 months, they’ve been so encouraging of purchases for things that made the house “mine.” Now that’s suddenly dried up—overnight in late March—and they’re emphasizing completing repairs, continuing with painting and upgrades, and enjoying my gardens again. Something must be in the works, but I’m stumped as to what it is. I’m feeling the push, harder than I’ve felt in a long time, to get everything organized and “ready.”
But ready for what?