This I know about me: I am wonderful in no-alternative situations...I am petty beyond belief with hassles. Given an inch to try to maneuver any situation and it's natter, natter, natter in my head.
All this because of an unfortunate happening in a unit in my same tier on the seventh floor of my condo. The water pipe linking to the toilet popped loose, liberating water...lots and lots of water since the owner was away, and it is not known when the pipe popped.
All I know is I'm on the third floor and there is some water damage in my guest bath and bedroom.
Well. This has inconvenienced me beyond my reasoning mind's ability to cope. That is where my quiet time is set up. (Until this happened, I'd always thought of it as my QT spot...it is now known by me as my "Chapel," and I am UN-happy.) I've had to move all my Spiritual Materials (books, daily readers, journal, heretofore, my "stuff") out into the dining room. From which I'll have to move it all back for Pete's sake.
I have three giant dehumidifiers set up in both rooms...one large, two small, actually, but they might as well be giants...they're taking up my space. They are very noisy unless I keep the door shut, then I can't hear them, but still.
OH, this is also Ruckus's room. I've had to drag his crate into the living room where it sits looking like a Vietnamese torture cage, which I've never before noticed...that poor little guy. He must hate that thing...he's never shown it, but geez...how smart do you have to be to know staying there is no fun. God love him.
And we haven't even gotten started on figuring out who pays for this...the insurance adjuster called yesterday, and her first question was whether the condo's master policy would take care of it...HER first question to ME. God reminded me not to be as nasty as I wanted to be, and I ever so politely said that I did not have a clue. She's coming tomorrow to "get started."
Here's the nut. The trouble with all my meditation and reading (not to mention TALKING) spiritual way of life...all the spiritual disciplines, in fact...is it works. If nothing else, it opens your conscience. You open that sucker, and it is always on your case.
I (finally) thought about the person in whose unit it happened, the one who lives one floor below...all those who got hit worse than I did. That's when I recalled how wonderful I am in a no-alternative situation...if my unit got destroyed, I'd be sorry (real sorry), but, I could accept it because it would be self-evident that I simply had no alternative. When the choice is go to God or go to God, I go to God.
And the fact is, of course, once our own self-will has beaten us into utter submission, once we've had to make a decision to let go and let God, that is always and forever the only choice...go to God, or go to God.
It is the ankle-biters that give me the illusion that this is different...that I have room to bargain and bitch. I don't. I get to upgrade my attitude because it is a proven fact that if I upgrade my attitude, I upgrade my problem.
So, new s.o.s.o. lesson learned...this whole situation is just another angel in my life, leading me to still more spiritual growth. The spiritual growth being, I get to offer help to the people upstairs and thanks to providence it wasn't any worse for me than it was.
And explain to Ruckus that it really is his lovely home when I'm not home and remind him that he loves it.
Thank You.
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