This Good Day
My morning was pretty good, although for a few minutes there, I thought it was going out of control. Everything was going fine. I had my oatmeal cooking, (I fix it with apple and cinnamon and plan to cook it for five minutes) and I ate half a grapefruit while I waited for it to be finished. As I finished the grapefruit and was ready to put the oatmeal into a bowl, my big dog wanted to go outside again. Well, OK, better go outside than not tell me about his need. I let him back in and got my oatmeal into the bowl and was ready to pour the milk on. He decided he needed to go out to the pen again. I know it does take him several trips sometimes, so I took him out again. As I came into the house again, the phone rang. It was my neighbor asking if we had a sump pump. Their basement was flooding with water which seemed to be running in from some place in the wall. Curious, because at that time it seemed to be too cold for snow to be melting.
I had to call my husband to get an answer to that. I don't know what all tools he has. He's really good with dealing with problems like that. He'd already gone to church to get bulletins started, and the paths cleared of snow. He wasn't near the phone so, he couldn't hear it ringing. I had to call four times before I got through to him. All the while my oatmeal was cooling.
He said he had nothing to help them but that the fire department will come to pump out basements when needed. Then I called my neighbor with that message and finally ate my now cool oatmeal. But it was still good. A grateful heart, you know. It makes a difference. I thought I might be late to church because of that twenty minute interval, but actually, I was just in time, and I was still in good spirits, except that I feel bad for my neighbor trying to get the rising water out of the basement. I hope they have it cared for now.
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