WAITING IS A WINNING PROPOSITION

I hate waiting.

Waiting time crawls – I need action in my life. Preferably, immediate action when I send out an SOS

This morning, the waiting game was amped up when the shower doors slid off the rails: tired of waiting (HOURS after the incident) for a response from someone, I decided to assess the situation and figure out how to ‘get ‘er done!’

My earlier post, today, about the shower doors snafu: (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2022/10/things-can-only-get-better-right.html)

I hate waiting.

As I was standing inside the shower stall, eyeballing the track apparatus, and knowing I could actually do this thing … I mean, if it came off; it will go back on as long as nothing is seriously damaged: the phone notified me that I had an incoming text. I read it – and replied; then got busy doing what I was feeling confident enough to do 😊

Good info - but unnecessary now.

I did it!

There was a little damage done when it fell apart; but that's okay. It's minor.

I will admit that I surprised myself in doing it correctly: and to feeling a little amped myself when it all smoothly slid into place.

I whooped (((SHERAH!))) – and burst out laughing when Bob’s pet name, {hewoman} echoed through my thoughts. Bob would always tease me with this pet name when I insisted on doing something myself that required both brawn and moxie. Bob was always encouraging my hidden potential. I never felt slighted by what some may consider a slight, and when I heard him say, “Way to go, hewoman” … and follow that up with a laugh and a hug, I basked in his pride of my accomplishment.

Now, if I had waited until tomorrow to call Twin City Glass, I would have missed the knowing that piggy-tailed on the impatience: lesson learned today – waiting is a winning proposition 😉

THINGS CAN ONLY GET BETTER; RIGHT?

What a morning😟 ... it can only get better, at this point.

So, I'm hoping it will 🤔

First thing - the sliding shower doors came completely off their tracks: and are now hanging precariously loose. It was interesting trying to exit the shower without knocking myself out: they aren't as light as they appear, and they are taller than I am, so dancing them into a kinda-sorta upright position was interesting ... while praying to God I wouldn't have to call for help while standing naked in the stall!

The sliding shower doors caved in on me; totally of their tracks; I didn't even have time to get wet yet!

The neighbor guy who usually helps me out in a tight spot didn't know how to fix them.

Know-it-all-sour puss candy, didn't answer the phone in the Office - even though her byline is, "I'm available 24 hours a day - if anyone needs anything CALL ME and I'll get someone right on it".

And I sent out an SOS to someone who may actually be able to help: but won't be available until the actual weekday work hours.

So, the doors are left where they are, propped up by a chair, to stabilize the whole damned thing. And I'm hoping that when someone does actually respond, the structure won't be so warped by the time passing without help, that the whole thing will need to be replaced.

Honestly ... if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all 🤬

Times like this, I miss a man in the house.