Yesterday, I woke up to the sound of rain and a husband who may or may not have been cussing. The words were indistinguishable, but the tone wasn’t. Problem! I opened the front door to darkness and the sound of rushing water. The night before we got home late and parked the truck so that the headlights shone on the chicken coop. That way we could see to make sure they were all locked up tight for the night. We are having a raccoon problem – more specifically a raccoon eating chickens problem.
And now, the truck was stuck. Very, very stuck. Up to the hubcap in calf-deep running water stuck. And husband is late for work. And we have one vehicle and two different work schedules to deal with. Yep, he was probably cussing.
He grabs the keys to our son’s Jeep and heads out to work. I go in to check the news about the weather (I already know that it’s raining, of course).
Sure enough, bad situation around these parts. We’re getting heavy rain and the yard is swamped, but farther south in Austin and beyond….holy crap. We were flooded in by rising creeks and impassable roads, but that was minor compared to others.
We’d already had heavy rain the weekend before. Rivers rose fast. Massive flooding. As I was watching the news coverage, I looked around and wondered what I would try to save if we had to evacuate? That kind of news puts things in proper perspective.
So this happened…
…clothes, a lamp, games, towels, and I’ve already forgotten what else. Two boxes stuffed full and I can’t even remember what I put in them? Crazy. Out of here, gone.
There is also a pile of trash on the porch waiting for the yard to dry out enough to haul to the can. Yea!
In a small corner of my brain I’m wondering if I’ll ever be done. How much stuff is enough? How much needs to go? Will our life be better if I get rid of the stuff. The house cleaner? The stress reduced? Is this a good plan? Is the clutter a symptom or the problem? More questions than answers for sure.
Our neighbor jokingly calls us the “bad-luck Barrows”. It does seem to be one thing after another. Mostly small, irritating stuff. It’s the continual stress that’s hard. Waiting for the next crisis. Not a good way for me to live. I’m trying to look for the next good thing instead. A change of attitude is what I need. I’m working on it. I’m working on a lot of things.
My daughter is playing a song for me…”Hold on for one more day…break free from the chains…things are going to go your way…”
It’s true. Good things are happening all the time. A friend came and helped us “un-stick” the truck. Lots of stuff has been de-cluttered this week. I’ve made some art. My daughter is home this weekend. It’s Halloween and the kid’s costume is ready. We’re going to spend the evening with some friends.
Oh yea – it’s 50 cent corn dog day at Sonic. That’s a good thing!