But considering it's
been a rough few weeks, for me, this was truly a glorious day.
I was not stressed these
past few weeks in an obsessive, depressive manner. But I did have a lot on my
mind and prayed I was handling everything wisely.
I've been using the
master bathroom which only has a square stall shower in it - the garden tub was
removed over a decade ago because nobody in here could get out of in once they
were in it. But because the stall shower is a little cramped, I only take quick
showers. I have to lean on the back wall and lift my feet up, carefully, to
wash them.
Today, knowing I really should use the hot water more often than I
have in the past, I decided to shower in the one Frank used when he was here.
It has a lengthy shower bed, as long as a tub or longer - and recessed molded
seating and a niche or two for "stuff." BUT I have avoided it, as did
his mom when she was alive, because the bottom is the slippiest, most frightening
of shower bottoms. Those little slap-em-on rubbery decals do not stay stuck on
those floors forever, and when they suddenly slide loose under foot, it's very
tricky.
Well, I suddenly
remembered picking up some heavier-gauge shower/tub mats about six months ago.
I dug out the one that is for a tub but fits this big shower stall with about a
foot left at each end.
I was in heaven! I could
walk up and down, suds, spray, giggle - and lots and lots of hot water. Oh, it
was glorious. And not once was I afraid to move my feet on that mat.
That was one part of my
glorious day.
Next, my friend's son
came over and replaced my kitchen faucet. I really can't afford that this
month, but frankly both the cat and I are going bonkers from the constant drip,
drip, drip - all day, all night - every day and night for at least six months
or longer. It is heavenly in that kitchen now. And, because our water here is
not the best from the tap and because I still have old galvanized piping, the
drips left a yellow stain in the sink if I didn't leave a cup or something
there to catch the drips. Oh, again, I am in heaven on earth.
And finally, the roofer
called tonight and is stopping by tomorrow morning to check that leak that
developed in our last T-storm. We could get rain later this week, so the timing
is perfect. He asked me about the extent of the leak/drips and seemed to feel
it would be not much more than a patch job.
To him, that is minimal. I hope he will work with me if our ideas of
"minimal," when it comes to price, are slightly different.
Father in heaven, when I
was a young girl, my ideas of luxury and delight and joy were so much different
than they are now. Thank you for teaching me along the way that the simplest of
joys are often the most exquisite!
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