Good morning, afternoon or evening, for whichever time you read this post.
I had a brief and serene blog post scheduled for today, but then something happened. . .
My Thanksgiving week started in chaos. So, I’ll tell you about it and then revert to my original post below. My intention is to revert to the calm out of chaos, and hopefully spread some serenity to those who read.
I woke up on Monday morning to a puddle of water under my refrigerator. Come to find out, it went kaput. Yeah, the refrigerator died. Everything inside was melting. I quickly started piling things out to put in our smaller fridge in the (unfinished) basement. When I got down there, I pulled on a light string to see my way around, and the entire fixture came down. It almost knocked me in the head.
I do have to pre-make some foods for Thanksgiving, and I don’t know if I’ll have enough room in our small, downstairs refrigerator. I’ll have to figure something out.
I called the service technicians to come out for repair before Thanksgiving, but they didn’t have anyone available until Friday. I made a stink about it, and they scheduled me for Wednesday morning. I had an important doctor appointment for that time, but I had to cancel. Wednesday is still not soon enough for repairs, but it’ll have to do. Who knows if they’ll even be able to fix it that day. They may have to order a part. What can you do? 🤷♀️ Gotta go with the flow.
On the bright side: 1) Thankfully we do have a refrigerator in the basement, even though it’s so stuffed now that things may fall out when we open it. 2) I was fortunate not to get knocked out by that light fixture, and it didn’t fall all the way to the ground. 3) We have a warranty on the fridge (since it’s NEW) so the service call should be free.
As Frank Costanza (from Seinfeld) used to say, Serenity now.
On that note, I transition you to a time of peace and calm. My original post is below. The words are meant to bring on serenity.
You can also click to read the latest update on the refrigerator saga.
Be still and know . . .
When we are immersed in the sound of silence, we are immersed in oneness. We become one in mind and heart, one with nature, one with the Universe.
This is what I love about the sound of falling snow.
On one day I looked out my window to a boring back yard with worn out wood fences.
The next day I looked out my window and saw a work of art.
The absorption of sound to silence.
The floating, flickering flakes.
The glistening, fluffiness.
The unique way nature’s precipitation accumulates into magical displays.
Where furry friends like to play.
Have you ever had things suddenly go awry at the most inopportune time?