I awakened at 4am again. I want to be thankful (as old people often are) that I awakened again on what might be my hundred thousandth day (who is counting) as life is a gift (we all know this) and fragile (Pandemic fragile) and well you get the gist. So at 4 am I stretched and turned on the lights and read a bit and caught up on FB and kept looking outside the picture window for the dawns light to kiss that huge moon goodbye for another year. I planned my day and I remembered to be grateful. I got breakfast from a mostly empty 6 month old Side by Side Refrigerator and heard that loud noise AGAIN. This is a 6 month old high dollar refrigerator folks and I have called Maytag twice trying to get a repairman out here. I have sat on HOLD for up to an hour on a landline that costs me money every minute I have to call out. I was then interrogated about our household (by a recorded voice) about COVID symptoms and I am thinking what about your Repair guy? They are the ones out amongst people every day while I am quarantined in my ranch house with a really loud refrigerator yelling “I’m only 6 months old and just paid for and I am broken already” or something to that effect. I am starting to feel my blood pressure rise and my cheeks flush red and my husband yells from the other room (Because the walls here are like Carnegie Hall which can be great when I am singing in the shower but for privacy? Not so much) “Remember to breathe” which I do and promptly get dizzy and well, let’s just face it CRANKY. I just keep thinking about them asking if I had an extended warranty? I want to shout “I JUST BOUGHT THE DAMN THING” and have a general warranty. Stop acting as if I am a criminal in the witness protection program because I didn’t buy your extended warranty. (I promise you I did not say that out loud but I wanted to) So now it’s not even 9 am and I am already cranky and still a Christian and hearing that voice telling me to breathe and calm down and say yet another muttered prayer under my breath. I throw on some old jeans and step out into the sunshine to go work in the mud and try to get all of our blessed Glamping areas ready for the season. It will be a month of mud and dirt and back aches and rocking nights and more than a few raised voices between that guy I mostly call Beloved but who can get just as “Cranky Christian” as I can. Our Jesus has had to put up with a lot between the two of us.
The motto of this short story is……we are all cranky and don’t buy a MAYTAG and if you do be ready to cough up a lot of dough for an extended warranty. That’s it! Carry on…..Have a nice day
The Keeper Of Me 