Another sunny day, with plenty of ice on our roads. I just had the city out to investigate the accumulation of water by our water meter. A clean sheet of ice covers a part of our side walk due to this mysterious leak. WE are salting it daily, and pray nobody gets injured before we can fix the problem. The city seems to think that it is not their problem. Our home was built in 1980. I am not surprised we have issues, and realize that one side of our home still has the foundational pipes, the "Big O" in it's original condition. Three sides totally working properly, and one side that we have not yet had a chance to do, underneath the cement sidewalk. The city will write a report, and I will be happy to share it with you. Certainly, our water bills will be higher until the problem gets fixed. My husband as usual is having a fit of monumental proportions. He does not do well with stress, and frankly God has pulled us through so much in the past, that my option is only to trust Him further in our lives, to see us through even this mess.
The other day, I cancelled my trip to the phisio. Partly because it hasn't been two weeks yet since my surgery, and secondly because we had a snow fall. Today, my married daughter has her final nursing exam starting at 12 noon. She has a reliable vehicle to get her to school in minus 5 weather, with more snow expected on Friday.
As I sit in my cozy bed with leg exercises out of the way, I can't help but be grateful for my warm home, the food in our fridge and family. Yesterday, we celebrated my husbands 52nd birthday with a delicious white fruit cake. There was cantaloupe, dragon fruit, strawberries, kiwi, and honeydew decorating the top of the cake with chocolate swirls.
I walk with a severe limp, so it feels. Yet, we have doctors, hospitals, roads, stores and community to help us carry on. Unlike war torn zones like in Aleppo we are so tremendously Blessed. May our families keep safe, and give the only gift we can to our Savior Jesus Christ, our Hearts. Phone a friend today, let them know you love them. Time is too precious to be anxious, unforgiving and miserable.
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