Jan 25, 2010
IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED . . .
Hi Ladies! I write a post on how I think I am going crazy and you defend me! You are so nice! So, because of you, I will skip the "little yellow pill". Thank you for the love you have shown me. It is my time of need and you are right there. Thank you so much.
I have to tell you what I did yesterday. I was on my way to take my Noah to his mother's, when I notice on my block there was, what looked like a vintage secretary on the curb with a "free" sign on it. I had Noah in the car so I could not stop. Besides, who puts a vintage secretary out on the curb? So, I had lunch with my daughter, went shopping for about 2 hours and came back.
Well, there it was, still on the curb, still with the big free sign on it.
So I said to myself, "Self, get out of the car and check this out. It probably is a piece of junk, but you will not sleep unless you look." Being the obedient person that I am, I stopped. There before my eyes was a turn of the century, Tiger Oak, Secretary, in excellent condition. All that was missing was the glass on the door and a piece of mirror. Easy fix!
I was so excited. Now my dilemma. It is 6 houses away. I am alone. Can't leave it, because someone might take it. So brilliant me thinks, Plan A - "I can just zig-zag it home!" It would not zig or zag, too heavy.
Plan B - "I can just put this in the back of my CRV. Just lean it in, no problem!" Took the car seat out and the stroller and the toys, plus the two bins that I had just purchased and somehow put them in the front seat! "I can do this thing!", I said to myself. Yes, once again, I am talking to myself.
I tried to push it toward the back of the car. Nothing, the thing is solid, it would not move. "Take the drawers out Martha! Everyone knows that drawers make a piece heavier." So now the drawers and 4 selves are in the front seat. I barely had room for me. I was on a mission! Tried again, nothing!
A neighbor, who has a bad arm sees me and stops to help me. Two heavy for the both of us. The thing does not move. Neighbor says he will go home and get a screwdriver. Maybe we can take it apart, off he goes.
Then I see a truck with three men coming my way. They were painters. Painters are nice right? Flagged them down and they stopped. I asked them if they could put it in the back of their truck. It is only 6 house away. They said yes! They empted their truck of supplies and filled it with my Secretary. (I did not see the painting supplies in the back.) Now it has arrived in front of my house. I could not asked them to take it in the house. They are strangers. Nice is nice, but God gave me a brain!
Plan C? - Getting secretary into house. I see the gardeners, they were finishing up my yard. I asked them, they say yes! Perfect! Secretary is now in living room. That is as far as I wanted the gardeners to go. (Remember, God gave me a brain.) However, I wanted the secretary in the bedroom, in the back of the house.
Plan D - Neighbor guys next door had just drove up! Yeah! So now the secretary is in the bedroom.
So excited, next problem, I don't like it in the bedroom. I need to show if off! I want it in the living room.
Plan E - Getting secretary back into living room. Just as the Lord would have it, my dear, beloved son, who owes me, gets home with 3 friends. You guessed it, is now back in the living room.
I re-arranged my whole living room and dining room to accommodate the piece. It looks stunning, getting glass and mirror ordered tomorrow. Pictures do not do it justice.
So, the moral of the story is . . . where there is a will, there's a way or don't talk to yourself so much Martha! Either moral is good!
Don't forget my give-way. Information is 2 posts down. Blessings, Martha