A wop babba loo bop, a wop bam boom.
Sometimes thoughts race through my head so fast that I can’t even tell how many thoughts there are let alone what they are about. I am a planner. I like things to go according, more or less, to plan. I like calendars that show not only days, but hours and quarter-hours. Things rarely go as planned. Especially when those plans involve substantial financial investment or time investment.
I got laid off right as my finances were getting really under control. D’oh! Fortunately, I found a job quickly and was able to move in with my parents and find friend and a church family in Annapolis.
The Focus had lots of problems. D’oh! Fortunately, our finances have somehow miraculously been able to support the repairs (which in the last six months have added up to nearly 18 months of payments on the car). Have I ever told you I never liked that car? I never liked that car. There, now you know.
The Civic got into an accident and the other guy’s insurance was taking their sweet time getting things looked at so we can get it fixed. D’oh! Fortunately, as of about two minutes ago, they have informed us the check is in the mail and the car will be repaired. When I did collections at the hotline clients would sometimes tell me the check is in the mail when in fact the check had not yet even been printed. I don’t think that is the case this time, thankfully.
The Focus, which had new bearings put on it last week now has a slipping transmission. D’oh! Fortunately…well, I don’t know yet. This is too new a revelation to tell you the answer. I’m sure something good will come out of it one way or another. Maybe while looking at the transmission fluid tomorrow, I will find a winning lottery ticket lodged in the engine compartment. Crazier things could happen, right?
I am in Fredericksburg working today, waiting to close on our townhouse. The closing was scheduled for noon, and after the closing, I was/am planning to meet Josh Burnett and company in Chantilly to set up Revolution‘s PA system. D’oh! The closing has been postponed to later in the day due to some paperwork issues.
As you can imagine, my mind is racing. All of these things are out of my control, and yet, I try so hard to hold onto them. It’s like trying to pick up a cup without a thumb. I feel like I’m so close to having everything under control…everything working properly and falling into place like Tetris. But just when I feel like I’ve got it, the cup slips, or Tetris gives me that Z shaped piece when I have exactly nowhere to put it. Where’s Dr. Mario when you need him?
I’m learning to give things up to God. I’ve been better at responding to those spontaneous urges to say a prayer (yesterday, I prayed in the townhouse living room for the blessing of the future residents of the house and thanked God for all the memories, good and bad I have from there).
Clearly I still have some learning to do. Where are the Tums, anyway?