Sharpwriters' Thoughts Blog Archives - Archives - July 2001 June 2002 July 2002 August 2002 September 2002 October 2002 November 2002 December 2002 January 2003 February 2003 March 2003 April 2003 May 2003 June 2003 July 2003 August 2003 September 2003 October 2003 November 2003 December 2003 January 2004 February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 June 2007 August 2007 September 2007 December 2007 March 2008 May 2008 July 2008 August 2008 April 2009 September 2009 October 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 June 2010 Current Posts Thursday, January 13, 2005 Thermometers, ironing, and postage stamps The tremendous loss of life in southeast Asia, the more moderate but just as devastating to families death of ten people in the California mud slide, are heart wrenching. Even the survivors who did not lose family or friends will never look at life the same in light of the loss of property. Knowing people who have survived their home burning even many years ago, I know the deprivation of everything a person owned touches that person's life forever. Knowing these things, I feel guilty even thinking about missing little things like thermometers, ironing, and postage stamps. Still, I can't change the fact I have felt discomboobilated by the lack of such things, even temporarily. The reason for the loss is my own doing. I signed a contract agreeing to it. Our house is being remodeled. We're replacing the flooring throughout the house. For the most part, carpet is being replaced by ceramic tile. We'll also have new countertops in the kitchen as well as new hardware, hopefully some that actually keeps a door closed once it is pushed that direction. In the bathrooms faucets that are caroded through in places will be replaced with new. It should be a fine looking house by the time Jeffrey and Samantha are married there in March. In the meantime, I've looked for the thermometer that stays beside the thermostat, the one we trust when we don't believe the built-in one. I'm panicking when I can't find hanging clothes that after questions finally appear inside a bedroom, relieving me of the fear of telling hubby he has to take a trip without his favorite shirt. I looked for his medicine yesterday and found it; I didn't even bother looking for postage stamps, instead using some that had been in my billfold since 23 cent stamps actually had a designated use. I know where the roll is. I also know what's between me and it as I stand in that bedroom. Last night the only place that felt like home was our bedroom and to a lesser extent the kitchen. Still, it will all be worthwhile, and I'll be better able to sympathize with victims of disasters that are not self-imposed. So, just where is an envelope to use with the 46 cents of postage? Share | posted by Barbara Rollins @ 1:55 PM 0 Comments: Post a Comment Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] << Home