Life isn't always what we expect, is it?
Today (I wrote this yesterday) we were getting ready for a visit from my sister's family, who are coming from out-of-state to spend a few days with us. We shopped, picked up the house, made a pumpkin bread treat. . .the day went along nicely, but we were unaware of what was lurking around the corner.
I'll give you a little background. Two days ago, an excruciatingly loud alarm rang out from our storage room. We found the source, a little black box on the wall that monitored our septic system, pressed the silence button, and our troubles were over (temporarily). It still disturbed us that our septic system alarm had tripped in the first place, but at least the red button wasn't lit anymore, and we didn't see any obvious problems. Interestingly enough, this happened when our landlords were out of town and we didn't know how to contact them. The next morning they were home, though, and thoroughly investigated the problem. It shouldn't be an issue till the maintenance man is able to come on Wednesday, we were told. And given the information they had, I would have said the same thing.
Fast forward to today. The regular--and by now, comforting--swoosh of the pump bringing our water to the "dirty water tank" had not been heard in our home all day. This means the water is building up. . .and up. . .and up.
It's 3 p.m. Do you know where your water's going? Apparently ours doesn't want to go anywhere, because the alarm is sounding again, and there's a disturbing wetness seeping up and threatening to spill over on our floor.
No problem. We've dealt with this kind of thing before. Until this past September, we rented a mobile home (okay, I'll say it--old trailer. 70's vintage.) and let's just say we were very acquainted with a multitude of issues that made life much more interesting. There have been times when we relied on the generosity of friends for such basic necessities as showering and laundry; and two summers ago we were without a working oven for 8 1/2 weeks. So let's just say we've been through this before, and all the whining and fussing that goes along with it.
Are you expecting me to say that I didn't whine or fuss this time, because I'm used to it? Sorry. :) But I can tell you that the whining and fussing didn't last as long this time. As soon as I was over the emotional upset that came from picturing my guests (who were due to arrive in hours) not being able to shower, use the restroom, or put any kind of water down the drain, I stopped complaining and started thinking. And came up with an idea.
We knew that over the course of several hours, the problem would lessen so that we'd be able to drain a small amount of water. So the bathroom would still be usable in the morning--limited, but usable. Which left the question of the dishes with which we'd been filling the kitchen all day. Who wants to welcome guests to your home with a messy kitchen? Especially since I'd planned a hot breakfast the next day (hash browns, eggs, and toast), for which we'd need counter space and, ideally, clean dishes and silverware.
Which is where the Christmas bin came in. We could use water, we just couldn't drain it. So I asked Jacob to fill the (empty) bin with water so we could do our dishes in it. Then we'd simply dump the water in the yard when we were finished. I had a friend who did her dishes in a dishpan in the bathtub before she and her husband hooked up their kitchen plumbing; couldn't we do the same?
So we did them together. I washed, Jacob rinsed and dried; then we switched after a while. While we did it, I half-laughed, half-groaned at our predicament. Someday will we laugh about this? I asked him. Parts of it, Jacob responded with a smile.
You know, having gone through so many inconveniences (we'll call them that because in the course of life, they're pretty minor), I can say that it really does get easier. What would have pushed me over the edge six years ago, I can now handle more calmly.
Isn't that one of the blessings of trials? That they build our character? At least, they're supposed to, if we respond the way we should.
All the same, I'm looking forward to a quick resolution to this one. Because when it's all over, I'm going to take a long, hot bath. Then listen for the comforting swoosh.








