I received one of God’s little gifts this week. A lightning strike to my barn meter. My cat and dog are jumpy and my chickens are spooked. We spent last week in Louisiana, Grand Isle to be exact. We caught blue crab, white trout and plenty of sun. I took several photos of the crosses that are on the beach to remember those who died on the oil rig that exploded in 2010. I also took photos of the beautiful flowers that cover the beach and levees along the island.
Since coming home, I have been waiting for the electric company to put in a new pole and for the electrician to give me a quote for the new breaker boxes and work that it entails so I can have electricity & water back to all of my house. Only half the house has electricity and there is no water at all. The stress of not living in my house is another of God’s little gifts. I am tired, stress and worried if it will even get repaired. I have learned from experience that many of the businesses around here don’t like dealing with women, especially the repair businesses & the businesses that deal with “man” things. It is almost always an adventure for me to get help in the local hardware stores because I am a woman. I so much wish this part of the world respected women, it would make living here so much nicer. Best example was today, I have contacted the electric company three times about the pole and still have not receive a return phone call. I called Monday and to my surprise, someone came within the hour. He talked to Day and pretty much ignored me. That was the second contact. I called today, hoping for some kind of timeline and to see if there has at least been a work order created. That was this morning, it is now 6 pm and I know I am not going to get a return call. Oh well, I hopefully will hear from them tomorrow.
God’s little gifts. One is patience, the patience to wait and wait and wait and not become so despondent about whether or not my home would be repaired or if it will be sold or if I will ever be employed again or if I will ever sell another piece of artwork. I have aged more in the last few years than most of my life because of here. Unemployment is a pain in the rear, I want to say something else but I must be a lady and not use profanity here.