Wisdom teeth are extracted, bruising and swelling is minimal, Tessa lived to tell the story. Except there wasn't much to tell since she was asleep during the 30 minute procedure. I TOLD her it wouldn't be traumatic, but I'm just the mom. What do I know?
The amazing plumber dude came yesterday and did about 5 jobs that would have taken us days and a whole lot-o-frustration to complete. Sink works, faucet is beautiful, water is turned back on. Ah, life is good again, not to mention hygienic.
Mark and I installed a new cabinet top and a new sink and they look pretty durn good. We got a new power tool out of the deal. A cute little saber saw to add to our collection. I love power tools. They're just so - powerful. I feel so empowered when I use them.
When I went to look for a sink I couldn't find anything the right size at a reasonable price. It also couldn't have holes for the faucet because our faucet comes out of the wall and not the cabinet top. No such sink to be found. Oh, I could special order one for $700. Um, that wasn't gonna happen. As I was walking out of our home-away-from-home big box home repair store, I was deep in thought about where to look for a sink when I almost tripped over a rack with a few sale items on it. You're ahead of me already on this story aren't you? There was a sink the perfect size and shape with no faucet holes for a VERY discounted price. I snapped that sucker up and shouted glory hallelujah. Well, in my head I was shouting. I didn't want anyone to startle suddenly while reaching high on a shelf for another box of 3x6 inch tile and bring the whole thing crashing down on their head. I was grateful, but I couldn't live with that kind of responsibility.
So I asked Mark when I got home if one could call it a "God Thing" when a sink just jumps out and bites you on the butt as you're walking out of the store. I'm never one to say God gave me a parking spot, or helped my football team win. But surely he must care and be interested in all aspects of my life.
Interesting as I write this to realize I can actually say I feel like God might be interested in my life. There was a long period of time there where I really felt like He had just shrugged his shoulders and said "good luck with that" before turning His back.
I feel like I'm coming down with something, so I'm going to drink some more orange juice and go to bed. I have a very long rest of the week ahead. Stay tuned for the continuing saga in which Mr. and Mrs. DIY attempt to tile a backsplash, find cabinet doors to fit their non-standard cabinets, and return to our empty nest as the new college semester begins. Fascinating stuff.
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