It's been a heck of a past couple of days. Will get to why in a minute.
But first I am reminded of a saying that John was very fond of:
"Things are happening the way they are supposed to." He said it so
often it became a game between us. I would get upset about something, he
would smile, and I knew what was coming.
Sometimes I would yell at him before the words even came out of his mouth. "I know! I know! Don't say it."
Or I would threaten to punch him if he said it.
But I got the point.
And time and time again since he has passed I have heard him say it in my head.
To the point that I now truly believe it.
Not to mean that things are predestined. No, what I believe is that
certain things happen (that we agreed to) so that we could learn and
grow from it - or not, if that is our choice.
So, to get back to my last couple of days. I am a big control freak. Ask
anyone who knows me. I don't like sudden change and I am at my best
when I am in charge. It was great when I was in management. It's hard as
a mere human civilian. I always deferred to John when it came to things
re the house.
And it's hard for me to ask for help.
But I'm learning.
In a big way.
I was heading into the kitchen and "something" (or someone - I'm thinking John) told me to
look up at the living room ceiling. Yikes! A huge spider. Not the little
creepy kind that you can squash with a shoe. Remember we live in
Arizona. Land of tarantulas and other horrors.
No, this was a huge spider - over three inches across from what I could
tell. Possibly more factoring in distance from me and that his legs were
somewhat curled. And he was at the uppermost area of my vaulted
ceiling. I have a horrible fear of heights so getting on a stepladder
and capturing a huge spider was out of the question. I texted some
friends, including my handyman and my scorpion guy. I went on our local
town Facebook page and asked for suggestions. That was NOT helpful
(throw a brick and using a blowtorch were two suggestions). I called a
local exterminator but since it was Labor Day (these things ALWAYS
happen on a holiday) the best they could offer was a technician coming
out the following day. Not good.
So I took a step back.
And started to talk to John, asking him for help. Right after that my
handyman texted me back and asked me if I wanted him to come help. Yes,
He arrived in about 10 minutes and got to work. With the help of my
ladder, a plastic container, and a stiff piece of paper, Mr. Spider was
captured and then safely released in the front yard.
With some networking I found out it was a male huntsman spider, one of the largest species in Arizona.
Turned on the shower in the Master bath - no hot water. Not good but,
hey, I'm getting better at this Disaster-A-Day program. Called my
plumber and they promised someone out by the end of the day. Then they
called and said a technician could come within the hour. Was that okay
with me? Duh!
Oh, and by the way, his name is Johnny.
Really? I looked heavenward and smiled. I'm seeing a pattern here.
So, I corralled all the animals in safe quarters in case the plumber
needed to come inside. Johnny arrived and immediately saw the problem
with the water heater and set to work. An hour later I had hot water.
And happy surprise - everything was still under warranty so no charges.
Moral of the story as I am starting to see it:
I can do this problem solving thing. I have it in me. Even when it comes to taking care of the house.
And the other thing is this: John is still here. We are still a team. He
told me once through a medium that he is still taking care of things. I
believe that. He's just doing it through me now. I have to trust.
Myself and him.
Things happened the way they were supposed to.