Day 344; Footnotes of Today and Failed, Derailed Plans

I had plans for today. Of course being the time of year it is, I’m more apt to not always follow through on those plans. If I can find a way to stay home and not get out in the cold, I will more often stay home. I am not a fan of cold weather. Unless it snows. That tends to bring out the big kid in me but that isn’t what this is about.

 I was supposed to meet with two ladies from church right after lunch to discuss the big sign out front. They had ideas about the messages to display and wanted to discuss them and other potential ideas. I was going. I was ready. I had my boots on and my keys ready. Then I got the message that the friend working on the part for my wood stove had it repaired and was bringing it by. I really need that wood stove repaired. I’m burning through that propane way too quickly even with the thermostat set at sixty-five. So I waited for him to arrive and bring me the part. I knew when he was here because my four legged alarm system went crazy. I managed to get both dogs inside and went out to meet him. He handed over the part and showed and explained what he had done to repair it. He had even coated it with heat resistant paint. After he left, after not accepting any payment for his trouble, I brought the part in and glued the seal it needed in place. Maybe, just maybe, James will get it on today, if that seal is securely attached when he gets home.  

I had other plans. I was going to go down to dad’s and borrow his ladder. I was going to climb up there and replace that set of burned out, shorted out Christmas lights on my roof. It really looks odd with only one side of the house lit up. I just couldn’t get warm enough. I knew if I climbed up there as cold as it and I was, I’d suffer and not do as well of a job. Tomorrow is supposed to be warmer.

   I had yet another plan. I was going to Wednesday night prayer meeting tonight. I prepared a big pot of chili and let it simmer on the stove for hours so it would be ready when my son got in from work. As time got closer, I got ready. I really don’t like driving too much at night. I don’t like how much the dark hides and I really hate those headlights that I’m sure can be seen from the International Space Station. But I was going. Then suddenly there was this unexpected family issue. The next hour and a half was spent taking care of that. No, the world wasn’t about to end. No, it was not life or death. It was family though and family issues are always faced and handled. 

Today, was a three strikes you’re out day. I didn’t get anything I had planned done. The only time I actually left the house, was to walk up the driveway to get the mail. Then I was back inside and wrapping my hands around a hot mug of coffee. I don’t like letting people down, and I’m pretty sure I did just that today. If only this time of year wasn’t so cold and dark. But then as my mom loves to say when any of us used the word  if, “If a hoppy toad had wings he wouldn’t bump his butt on the ground”.

 I know, I need to get past that hiding from the cold, and find a warmer coat. That dislike for driving at night, I also need to get over. Life doesn’t stop when the sun goes down. If I’m not careful, this comfort zone that I reside in, can easily become a prison. And that is not how its meant to be.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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