(huge sigh)... What a mixed bag kind of day.
It began with a man coming at the break of dawn (well, 7:30 am) to repair our doorbell. Sometimes it rings and sometimes it doesn't. Not good. I got tired of having to watch for our visitors lest they ring the bell and wonder why we don't answer. We made our morning pot of coffee and sat in the living room to wait. The man was right on time. Early actually. He didn't have a comparable version, showing me a very cheap plastic yucky one, so he left us with two wires sticking out of the brick as he went on his way to locate a suitable replacement. We considered leaving it as is and placing a sign above the wires which read "please touch wires together to activate doorbell" but decided that was pretty ghetto. He called back less than an hour later saying he found one he thought I'd like and could he come back. Yes! Nice work. Thank you.
Got me thinking about some of the workers we've had lately. This guy cared. It said a lot about his work ethic and also about him personally. He wanted to do a good job. He wanted to get the job DONE. Unlike the refrigerator repair man who came and tried to get out of every little thing we asked him to do.
Next I went to the bank to get a certified check for the payoff amount to send to our mortgage company. Yay (high five)! So far so good. I sent the check out certified mail and noticed I could go to a business next door to get a badly needed haircut thinking "why not now?"
Well, here's a reason...
Don't get a haircut, especially in Austin, from a very young lady with very short, (umm almost bald), pink hair. And if you do, make sure she has little, (make that NOT ANY), creative license to do whatever she thinks will look nice and give you style. ... Yeah, that bad... Oh, well, in six months my hair will, with any luck, look nice again.
I shed some tears today. I felt enormously sad. As I cried I thought of my husband who never, I repeat, NEVER, feels sorry for himself. He just smiles and loves and does what needs to be done.... and appreciates ... and is grateful.
Feeling sorry for myself is a luxury I can't seem to justify. Damn. It kind of made me mad today. But I just couldn't do it... for long....
Edd's Mom is going to visit this week.
Conversation heard in our home today:
Me: Your mom said she'd come on Wednesday or Thursday to visit. I wonder which day she'll arrive.
Him: Maybe she will forget.
Me: She won't forget. She is one of those people who does what she says she is going to do.
Me... again: You definitely got all the best Whittington traits. God must have really been looking out for me when I met you because I had some pretty high standards and you met them all... all I was looking for!
Him: Well I love you baby... and I'm glad you love me.
Me: I really do.
Life. To be continued.......