“Things Happen in Threes” . . or More

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Sometimes, you have to “grin and bear it”.  That has been the case, for a solid week, at the rabbitpatch. 
I was leaving on Monday, for Raleigh.  I was going so I could help Brant and Sydney, care for our very precious “Ryan”.  Sydney works from home and besides , with their recent move, they are still “setting up housekeeping’.  I was packed and ready, when the refrigerator stopped working.  What a predicament!  It is no small thing, when that appliance stops.  Christian and I were scrambling . . but we  ended up losing the milk, anyway.  We were low on cold groceries, but I was due to pick up an order the next morning. 
A  simple phone call landed me a used refrigerator.  . . to be delivered the next day. I called Sydney and post poned the trip a day.  Later on, I told Christian to move my car, as the delivery , would be so much easier .  The problem was now . . . that the car wouldn’t start.   What is next, I thought, for “things really do happen in threes” .  It didn’t take long, to find out.
This all happened on July fourteenth, I remember it well for I needed to mail my state tax  payment.  I had to refile my taxes this year, for apparently, my returns got lost when they were filed in March.  I decided, on a whim to call the IRS and make sure, that they had received my taxes, this time.  . . of course, they had not.  A very kind agent assisted me, and I am sure she heard the quiver in my voice, for the last folks I want to have trouble with is the IRS.  I wanted to tell her that the refrigerator had quit on me -and the car -but decided against it.  She would just have to think me “fragile” or worse . . .”unstable”.  Really I was both, at that moment.
Thirty long minutes later, the agent cheerfully announced that she did indeed, find those awful papers.  I ran to the mailbox repeating, “at least that is over.” It was not even noon!   

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Christian reported that  it was the battery on the car.  He jump started it and so I thought that I would need to think about that later.  The task at hand, was too move the broken refrigerator out -and the kitchen table.  I scrubbed everywhere and everything in that kitchen, as well.  Before the floor was dry, the truck pulled up with the refrigerator.  
The thing was older than I had expected and like me, “not much to look at”, but it was cold within moments and that mattered most, at the moment.  With the kitchen clean and orderly, and put back together, I noticed the long, slanted, golden ribbons of sunshine spilling through the windows . . .it was suppertime.
That night, I also found out that there was a possibility, that my job as a music teacher, was a bit in jeopardy.  By this time, I had exceeded, the “things happen in threes ” theory .  The refrigerator was purring softly,  though and  I could come by a battery  for the car, I reminded myself, but what a complicated day it had been!
When I was a child, and some disappointment came along, I would run to the nearest elder and give them the details of my latest plight. There was a wide range of calamities from a lost doll shoe to the wayward behavior  of a naughty cousin. Many times I would be told to “grin and bear it” -and rather flippantly, I thought.  The elders would go about their business, leaving me to my own devices to solve the matter.  I was not coddled in that way.  Comfort would come later, usually after supper, when we all tended to reflect on our day.  Many times, I had forgotten by then, what ever was the matter .   Other times, the direness of the situation had diminished altogether. How beautiful, I think now, for in this way, I developed the confidence and fortitude, that would become mighty handy skills to have in life.  The elders were always right.  How good that I had such a childhood, I always think. . .every  single time I remember.

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That night, I wondered about my future.  The battery and the refrigerator purchases would  surely strain my shoestring budget and what if I faced unemployment-and at my age, especially?  Oddly, even this did not make me feel desperate nor hopeless.  There is a “peace that passes understanding.”   
I have finally realised,  that the odds do not hinder God.  Things may looks complicated and chaotic to me, but I do not need understanding  so to make sense of things, nor “the wisdom of Solomon” to find solutions  . .what I need is Faith.  Looking back, this has  always rang true .  . .and the many accounts are tenderly, etched in my heart.  My role is and has always been, is to do my best and trust.
Sadly, I have failed at this on occasion.  I walked on with faltering stride and cumbersome burdens, but declaring  that “God was with me”. ( It makes me to shudder to reflect on that. )   The good news, is that even  with such feeble attempts I was rewarded .  God did not alter His purpose for me due to my shortcomings.  He was close as could be, round the shady crevices and in the “tight spots”.

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In light of my remembrances of decades past, I  knew that in one way or another, things would work out.  I decided to make a batch of brownies and  then packed a bag for a trip to Raleigh, for we had planned a small gathering, months ago.  We would celebrate the new home on “Hamlet Green”  and I would have all three grandchildren together.  That meant everything.
July is swiftly slipping by  as steadily as a silver river.  The sultry days turn in to sultry nights and it is now that “white moths are on the wing”.  The blackeyed Susans brighten a corner of the yard like another sun -and the watery lavender buds of the greedy loosestrife  lie in wait, for August.  Gardens are in their prime and red tomatoes are served at most every meal, in some form.  Farmers are on alert for those evening storms that pop up in months like July.  Hail is a dreaded component that can ruin prospects in a few moments. 
Farmers are stalwart folks and can not afford to be lazy, any day.  They must be a “jack-of all- trades”, too, for there are all sorts of chores that range from mechanics to tilling soil.  A  farmer  must pay close attention to the signs of nature, and  realises in youth , that he is dependent on  Nature therefore, a very intimate bond is  forged.    When I used to frequent   groceries, I never failed to think of those that tended the land as well as the agricultural workers who harvest the crops.  Anybody that eats anything, would do well, to do the same.

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My packing was finished and the brownies were cooling, when the internet went out.  I called and was put on a list with  folks having the same problem.  It was expected to take a week, to restore service.  I lost the original post . . . and the next one.  It was awful.  When I lose the car keys, well, I know they will turn up, but losing my writing, felt like losing a part of me. 
Now this was a week ago , and I am still unsettled with that same notion.  I probably did not have a single brilliant line written, for I never do, but  how I mourn for those  thoughts . . .at any rate, I am in Raleigh now, with my grandchildren and having a lovely time.

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25 thoughts on ““Things Happen in Threes” . . or More

  1. As we would say in Maine, such goings-on! Holy cats, I think you got more than your share of troubles. Glad to read you made it to Raleigh. Hope it works out with your job. No small thing in this time of the coronavirus.

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    1. Hi Laurie- One way or another, things do work out. I have wasted a fair share of time worrying about things-most never happened, and if they did-well, I lived to tell about it! ha! Congratulations to your beloved Maine for doing one of the best jobs with the covid 19! You stay safe and well! thank you, love Michele

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      1. One of my blogging friends wrote that she is one of nature’s worriers. Same! Have been since I was a little girl. Not sure there’s much that can be done about it. But despite the worrying, onward ho! My husband is not a worrier, and I do envy him.

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  2. And that is all that matters…
    We are living in unsettled times bur surely we will get through them…we always do with God’s help .
    I am wondering about your Mother. Prayers for all.

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    1. Mama is doing better than she was. I am quite admiring her. Grief is present, but she is getting through this awful time. I will write about that soon. I hope all is well with you -and the kitchen. I think of you so very often. You are dear to me. love Michele

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  3. Oh my Michele, when it rains it pours. Times like you had can stress us to the gills, but I think you managed to get through all the troubles very well. In the end everything worked out. God is always right there beside us and that is comfort. Enjoy the grandchildren and relax in the comfort of your children’s home. Love and hugs to you my friend.

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  4. As I try to look back, it seems I cannot remember any of those days very clearly. Self-preserving denial and Swiss cheese memory.
    When we turned the faucet and no hot water came out.
    When the water flooded the basement right up into the old boiler.
    When water came through the kitchen ceiling and the pots and pans came out.
    The only one I really remember is when our only car died. I borrowed someone else’s car to go shopping for a replacement. I was determined (actually, probably panicked) to take care of this business in one day.
    I almost bought gorgeous GTO. A real hot rod. Painted orange, white letter tires, rumbly muffler. The four-speed manual transmission was a problem because my wife didn’t drive “standard”.
    I took it for a ride. Squealed the tires.
    I looked at the two leather bucket seats in front, and that tiny bench seat in the back.
    I tried to imagine a family of seven going anywhere in this.
    I think that was the year we bought the four-door, four-cylinder, plain vanilla Chevy Corsica.

    We get by, don’t we? And sometimes garner a few stories to tell.

    Glad to hear you’re off to Raleigh. That’s really the only important thing we have, isn’t it?
    The fridge and the battery and the hot water can wait.

    Sending you my best luck wishes on all that other stuff.

    Love,
    Scott

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  5. Oh my goodness, Michele! All I could think while reading this was, what next? I’m glad everything worked out and you get to visit with all the grand babies! I will keep you in my prayers that there is good news on the job front🙏 Take care and be well , my friend😊❤️

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  6. Michele, You are a delight! Your writing is wonderful….and gave me my first laugh of this day. I can feel the frustration of that day of yours and knowing that it’s past, I had to laugh at the obsurdity of it all (spelling?). Of course it all worked itself out and you are blessed with being able to visit your family in Raleigh. What joy! Keep your writings and muses coming…….And I would love to come visit you on your farm one day, your animals and gardens……
    Take care Michele!
    Monica

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  7. Oh my goodness, you’ve had a rough time lately! I think I counted six problems, which would mean two doses of “trouble coming in threes.” I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that. But you are right about God being with us even in the worst of times, and how much easier it is to bear if we remember that and trust him. Some of your problems were already solved, and I do believe that things will work out, even if in a slightly different way than you had in mind. You are a gifted writer, and I totally understand why losing a couple of blog posts would be such a loss. Those are your words and ideas, and that post was a creative product of them. I’m glad this one worked, though, as it was a lovely read!

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  8. Oh my goodness, Michelle! Our refrig is out too and unfortunately, we’ve had trouble finding one used OR new. One is on order now, but we’ve been limping along with the weirdly cooling freezer on the old fridge, our chest freezer in the basement, and a bar fridge. LOL! Our cars are all paid for, but wearing out, and we hit a deer with our mini van. Sigh. Ha. I’m so sorry you lost your words and said a prayer for your job. Someone said somewhere somewhere along the lines of… ;), “We write what must not be forgotten.” So true. I’m glad you are safe and visiting your family and thank you for your beautiful words on the all too fleeting July…sigh. I loved it.

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    1. oh dear, my precious one-you have had a mess of things too!! I got my ridge from a used appliance store. I had heard new ones were hard to get. I do hope you get straightened out soon. It is so hard to go without a fridge!! and I trust no one was injured in the accident- My dear one, I will pray for you too!! thank you love Michele

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  9. Oh, no! Things definitely come in threes. Your childhood gave you the where-with-all to handle what came your way. And you had a lot come your way. Your strength and your seeing the bright side is inspiring. Best to you, Michele.

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