I can do stuff
I put an outlet in a cabinet last night downstairs for a microwave oven above the stove that's down there.
I was kind of proud of myself for pulling that task off. But with the help of the google machine, I found out the proper installation of said microwave required the outlet to be placed in the cabinet it mounts underneath.
To accomplish this, I cut a 4" strip of drywall using my battery operated circular saw and set the depth of the blade to just under the thickness of the drywall. I cut it, then used a drywall saw to finish the job and used said saw to cut the drywall at the wall studs. I was able to remove the piece in one piece, run the new outlet, then reattach the piece in the same spot and mud and screw it into placee.
I figured that part out on my own. Google told me where to put the outlet.
Not how to do it.
The basement looks like a war zone, but reconstruction is well under way. I swapped out one of the fluorescent lights for a regular light fixture yesterday. I wouldn't have picked that particular fixture myself, but that's the thing these days. The interior decorator has say. I just nod and smile.
It's a hell of a lot easier.
I got yelled at on Tuesday about paint. And everything else. I'm pretty sure at this point, I can't even breathe right.
And it leaves me wondering why a lot these days.
Repairing the basement is the last thing I want to be doing right now. But it seems that what I want has little bearing on the direction my life is taking. I don't say that as a bad thing. I know what Scripture says about God ordering my footsteps and it means that my priorities aren't going to be His. Nor our my plans, necessarily.
A while back, I started a prayer challenge and prayed bold prayers for God to restore to me the years the locusts ate. Something unexpected happened as a result of my prayers and the prayers of others and I wound up in a place I didn't expect. I don't think it's any big secret I expected things to work out with Cindy, and when this all started happening, I was wondering if this other thing was going to go well, when Cindy wasn't the plan anymore.
It's not.
And I don't know what's next for me, save primer, paint, flooring, and baseboards. Once those things are done, life will still be weird as all get out, but the basement will be re-done again.
I did manage to replace the carpet and baseboards in my bedroom, though. I still will have to repaint it and then maybe I can start on the upstairs part of my very own home version of "This Old House". I don't know. I can only try to plan.
Life goes on. A wedding will happen this weekend in Coos Bay, Oregon. I wasn't invited, but I so wanted to escort the mother of the bride. It's something among the many things I was praying for. Sometimes those things don't go your way though. It's a by-product of a hasty and somewhat bad choice I made.
You reap what you sow.
In other news, this happened to me:
At the Winco the other night and this woman honks and hollers at me when I'm getting into my truck.
"Can you help me push my truck?"
I go over to where she's parked and as I walk up to her car, I can hear her screaming at this old guy that's with her. I ask her what she needs, and she needs to try and push start her truck. It has a manual transmission, so this is a doable thing, except I couldn't push the truck fast enough.
But the whole time I'm trying, and it's an F250 like mine, she's just berating this poor man. F-you, f-this, GD that (which hurts my heart to hear), but she's being nice to me. As I'm pushing the truck. With them in it.
Both of them.
Finally, I realize I can't do this by myself so she asks if I can pull her with her chain, which I do. I told her to honk when her truck starts. She was nice and helpful with the chain when we were hooking it up. When she got her truck started, she stayed in the truck as I unhooked it. She got what she wanted from me and that was that. Her attitude turned from nice, to pretty much annoyed. I just told her I hoped she had a better day and that I hope she had a blessed day. I could just tell her attitude had changed. I was going to tell her God loved her.
I don't think she was in the mood to hear it.
I think there's a lesson or two about life in there. Where God sends us, or what He gives us might not be what we want, but most assuredly it's what we need. She needed someone to help her. I know what kinds of delays I went through just to get to the WinCo and get out of the store. I was where I needed to be.
I'm reasonably sure this is what's supposed to be going on in my life now.
I don't understand it though. I would have suspected it was for much different reasons than appear to be unfolding. I also would have thought I'd be in Oregon this weekend instead of a couple of weeks ago.
You go where you're led.
On the bright side, I did get a replacement for my defunct turkey fryer. I found it on KSL. The wife had it listed for $40. The husband wanted $50. I paid $40. I was gonna offer $30. Good thing I didn't. Even at $40, it's a screaming deal.
I can do stuff, to be sure, but I'm telling you friends and neighbors: I sure need Jesus to help me with it.
Every minute of the day.
I was kind of proud of myself for pulling that task off. But with the help of the google machine, I found out the proper installation of said microwave required the outlet to be placed in the cabinet it mounts underneath.
To accomplish this, I cut a 4" strip of drywall using my battery operated circular saw and set the depth of the blade to just under the thickness of the drywall. I cut it, then used a drywall saw to finish the job and used said saw to cut the drywall at the wall studs. I was able to remove the piece in one piece, run the new outlet, then reattach the piece in the same spot and mud and screw it into placee.
I figured that part out on my own. Google told me where to put the outlet.
Not how to do it.
The basement looks like a war zone, but reconstruction is well under way. I swapped out one of the fluorescent lights for a regular light fixture yesterday. I wouldn't have picked that particular fixture myself, but that's the thing these days. The interior decorator has say. I just nod and smile.
It's a hell of a lot easier.
I got yelled at on Tuesday about paint. And everything else. I'm pretty sure at this point, I can't even breathe right.
And it leaves me wondering why a lot these days.
Repairing the basement is the last thing I want to be doing right now. But it seems that what I want has little bearing on the direction my life is taking. I don't say that as a bad thing. I know what Scripture says about God ordering my footsteps and it means that my priorities aren't going to be His. Nor our my plans, necessarily.
A while back, I started a prayer challenge and prayed bold prayers for God to restore to me the years the locusts ate. Something unexpected happened as a result of my prayers and the prayers of others and I wound up in a place I didn't expect. I don't think it's any big secret I expected things to work out with Cindy, and when this all started happening, I was wondering if this other thing was going to go well, when Cindy wasn't the plan anymore.
It's not.
And I don't know what's next for me, save primer, paint, flooring, and baseboards. Once those things are done, life will still be weird as all get out, but the basement will be re-done again.
I did manage to replace the carpet and baseboards in my bedroom, though. I still will have to repaint it and then maybe I can start on the upstairs part of my very own home version of "This Old House". I don't know. I can only try to plan.
Life goes on. A wedding will happen this weekend in Coos Bay, Oregon. I wasn't invited, but I so wanted to escort the mother of the bride. It's something among the many things I was praying for. Sometimes those things don't go your way though. It's a by-product of a hasty and somewhat bad choice I made.
You reap what you sow.
In other news, this happened to me:
At the Winco the other night and this woman honks and hollers at me when I'm getting into my truck.
"Can you help me push my truck?"
I go over to where she's parked and as I walk up to her car, I can hear her screaming at this old guy that's with her. I ask her what she needs, and she needs to try and push start her truck. It has a manual transmission, so this is a doable thing, except I couldn't push the truck fast enough.
But the whole time I'm trying, and it's an F250 like mine, she's just berating this poor man. F-you, f-this, GD that (which hurts my heart to hear), but she's being nice to me. As I'm pushing the truck. With them in it.
Both of them.
Finally, I realize I can't do this by myself so she asks if I can pull her with her chain, which I do. I told her to honk when her truck starts. She was nice and helpful with the chain when we were hooking it up. When she got her truck started, she stayed in the truck as I unhooked it. She got what she wanted from me and that was that. Her attitude turned from nice, to pretty much annoyed. I just told her I hoped she had a better day and that I hope she had a blessed day. I could just tell her attitude had changed. I was going to tell her God loved her.
I don't think she was in the mood to hear it.
I think there's a lesson or two about life in there. Where God sends us, or what He gives us might not be what we want, but most assuredly it's what we need. She needed someone to help her. I know what kinds of delays I went through just to get to the WinCo and get out of the store. I was where I needed to be.
I'm reasonably sure this is what's supposed to be going on in my life now.
I don't understand it though. I would have suspected it was for much different reasons than appear to be unfolding. I also would have thought I'd be in Oregon this weekend instead of a couple of weeks ago.
You go where you're led.
On the bright side, I did get a replacement for my defunct turkey fryer. I found it on KSL. The wife had it listed for $40. The husband wanted $50. I paid $40. I was gonna offer $30. Good thing I didn't. Even at $40, it's a screaming deal.
I can do stuff, to be sure, but I'm telling you friends and neighbors: I sure need Jesus to help me with it.
Every minute of the day.
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