Month: November 2021
When the Creek Rises . . Part III
There is a lot more to moving, than packing and unpacking more boxes, than “the law should allow”. There is the physical cleaning and scrubbing and then finding places for necessities and beloved items. . .like a purse that belonged your grandmother and books . . . and a small vase your nephew made for you decades ago. There is that sort of work . . and then there is the business.
We are still waiting on internet service, which disturbs local places that need to send an email confirming every other thing. Thankfully, my friendly landlord left the lights on but I have yet to order the natural gas, for heating and cooking. We have been using a crock pot and an electric skillet, thus far. We needed a sofa. The previous ones were in awful shape, and when one lost a leg, that was my breaking point. So I ordered a sofa. It sounds so simple. What happened was I ended up with the wrong sofa!
What an expensive mistake-and so untimely. The company was anxious to make amends, but what a tricky situation -if there is no email to receive mailing labels. I found a neighbor that took the emails for me and even attached the labels , for of course, I wasn’t home. I had left for a weekend with Brant, Ryan and Sydney. I had not seen Ryan since his birthday party in September, when all seemed right in my world. The cursed sofa delayed my trip and so I arrived on Saturday.
On Sunday, I woke to a full blown case of poison oak. Sydney and Brant had creams, but by Monday, my face and neck had swollen and I was feeling sick. I went back to bed but Sydney made me an appointment at the local urgent care. She was determined and so I went. Miraculously, my blood pressure was perfect, but it was a bad case of poison oak and so I was prescribed oral medication and all sorts of ointments. The doctor asked how and when I encountered the hateful vine. I told her that I had worked in an uncivilized hedge row on Wednesday-but I had also climbed a tree that week. I was rescuing that old tree , but I assured the doctor, that I was concluding that mission.
By the next morning, I was feeling better. I called Christian to find out the sofa was still on the porch . . .
In the midst of all this moving, The gray cat, Christopher Robin, decided to tale a holiday. He slipped out of the door one evening and disappeared! That was an awful time. We looked for that cat every day. He had only been at the little house a few days and I doubted he knew the way home. I met several neighbors while out looking and discovered the house I live in, is called the “Plum House”. I suppose the family that built the place may have been the Plum family . .or was the name given because of the unusual color? Either is likely. Eventually, Christopher Robin came back. He ate three bowls of food and went to sleep!
Now, none of these events -the sofa, moving to a small town, the missing cat and a bad case of poison oak are fatal, but I declare, it has been a hectic time. I also had to get another computer, because no one could fix the old one. For now, I can only write where there is internet service, hence these posts are scribed from Brant and Sydneys’ home-before Ryan awakes.
“When the creek rises”, we must seek higher ground and that is what I have done.
I watched the moon shine on the quiet streets and felt greatly relieved that at least, the moon was steadfast. The air finally changed and at long last, a few of the leaves started to fade into hues of red and yellow. Autumns’ late arrival sparked a familiar joy. My world has been full of change, but dependably, the love of my family has remained. There is a small stand of whispering pines that lull away the cares of the day, with just a slight breeze, stirring. Mornings are full of the singing of all sorts of birds. They are nearly as shy as country birds and so I suspect, I will hang a few bird feeders. . . .and the cat came home.
“Higher ground” is really a holy place and full of sacred opportunities. I am not denying that it does not come with some kind of toll, for we must journey uphill, after all just to get there and I confess, that I fell down more than once . . . but the rising creek seemed smaller and smaller, when I was able to stand.
Now, I do not know when, I will be able to write again. Maybe it really will be on November eleventh, as I have been told. . .but until further notice, know you have all been missed . . and I send best wishes for beautiful days to all.
When the Creek Rises-Part II
“The creek had risen” and my ears were ringing, as I read the email, saying the closing, that was to happen in a mere three days was off. I had worked for several weeks on the little cottage situated on a corner lot, where “the sidewalk ends”. That very day, I had proudly announced to Kyle and his friend, Bo, that I had put the last of the essentials in place. Now, I can “ice the cake”, I said happily. With my friend and landlord, very sick, I had spent some money and labored like there was no tomorrow, besides. The thought of losing the ONLY rental that I could barely afford AND take my pets . . the thought of moving everything back . . .was daunting. I called Jenny and she read the contract. This really is not allowed to happen, legally she announced. Tres was devastated and had his ire up, as well.
I was just stunned. The next morning, I called the realtor and with no answer, I called the realty team. Later, we learned that the realtor was quite ill, but the company made sure that I retained the rental and joined forces to sell the house . This was of great relief to me and satisfied my family. Two days later, I slept in the cozy little rabbitpatch cottage on Bonnet Street”.
I knew full well how the daylight fell on the place, but I had never been there past the twilight time, so I sat on the front porch and watched this new world. I saw when the sky blackened. I saw a few stars shining, unhindered by the streetlights. The neighborhood was very quiet and the folks start turning the houselights off just after dark, I noticed. It has been unseasonably warm and I felt so disoriented with all the changes, anyway, that I could have sworn it was an evening in June, instead of late October.
I stayed out for a long while, pondering the events as of lately. I did feel relieved that the realty company were so supportive , but I still wished that things hadn’t become so complicated for so many folks. I was sad for the ones that were sick and for their families. I was sorry for the wild scrambling the realtors were in the midst of. I certainly pondered the unfamiliarity of everything for me.
Was this little rabbitpatch a very temporary dwelling or could I expect to see spring arrive there? Truthfully, we never know the future for sure, but must so many things change so suddenly? My job had changed, my income reduced and now living in a small town, in the absence of field and wood. So many ways for thoughts to ramble! It didn’t help a bit that we are without internet-and me locked out of my diary, anyway.
The house was as silent as could be, which really made the night seem more somber. I did have a place to rest, after supper . . and loved ones to bless. These things consoled me and I chided myself for making such a big production over a few twist and turns. I knew that God did not see these past six months as chaos, but instead, as an orderly plan. I reminded myself, that true reliance on God, is not born from a sense of human power, but from recognizing our lack of power in many circumstances. I should be observing what transpires and gleaning from the experiences, what can serve me. . . .when “the creek does rise”.
I went in and read til I fell asleep.