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I finally steeled up and went and spoke with the neighbor. It looks like I will have help packing the truck. Beyond that, I cannot say. For now, it is very good to know. He has to check with the wife about anything else, which usually means no. No problem, really, and I understand. He really is doing a lot of work, they are busy as a larger family, and they have other social responsibilities. And, it is much easier to use to wife to say know. I know these things. I would do the same, if I had a wife. Then again, one never knows.
I have been separating, taking down furniture, and cleaning the kitchen. My no-polo polo shirts arrived. I will have to try them on. I have been considering Duluth Trader's shirts for a while, but I have been too broke, busy, or whatever. I like the extra function of the shirts, which will allow me to be a bit more physical. I also like the 100% cotton. They might not be as easy wash and wear as poly/cotton, but they stain less, or so I have come to suspect. I was amazed at how fast they arrived.
Well, back to work.
I'm glad you found some help. Moving is never fun, even with help.
ReplyDeleteMay God's grace go with you, and ease you along the way.
Thank you Rev. Paul. Every little bit helps, that is true. And even an outside evaluation comes in handy. I just can't seem to get a grip on what all needs doing, how much is left, and what to do next.
ReplyDeleteI used to think my weaknesses were proof of global personal flaw. That if I could not do everything, every type of task, or work 20 hours a day, that I was a whole failure. Then I realized, finally, that because I cannot pack, organize certain things, or such, it did not mean I was a bad person, it just meant I make a better worker or idea man, missing the middle area completely would be a good call. It is just who I am. And, further, I have even learned that my illness is just another aspect, something to be respected, mitigated as well as it may be, but merely a thing of flesh and not an indictment of self (that has been tough, humbling mostly, to take).
Further, God blessed us with this but not with that precisely so we would need others, I think. I just need to find the other half and/or a community within which I can find my talents and weakness and combine those, with said family and broader community for true good.
Still, at the moment, what with my weaknesses and illness, it is so very good to have even a bit of extra gray matter and a few extra hands thrown at, what to me, is a quickly spiraling ball of confusion called packing.
I think God is always with me. Things lighten and work looks easier when I remember that. Not because of fear of looking foul, but through the joy of having God here.