Lord, thank you for the flooded basement…seriously

Yesterday was a challenge for me.

Tropical Storm Lee dumped lots and lots of rain on my neck of the woods in Virginia, and thanks to the earthquake we had a few weeks ago there are now cracks in the foundation of the townhouse I rent.

Through those cracks came the water, and the water ruined several boxes of my book inventory for my online bookstore.

As I cleaned up the mess, and had to keep going down and up the stairs throughout the day to use my carpet-cleaning machine to suck up the water before it ruined more boxes of books, I couldn’t help thinking:

“At least I have a basement to flood. At least I’m dry. At least I’m not standing in the doorway of a store trying to keep from getting wet…”

and so on.

I mean, I was frustrated, disappointed, sad, stressed and all that from the damage being done to the basement and the books, but it could be much worse, and it was much worse for those who couldn’t say “at least I have a basement” or “at least I have a roof over my head.”

The water in my basement wasn’t nearly as bad as the flooding in New York and Pennsylvania. I didn’t have to evacuate my living space because the water was wading height. The most I lost was time away from working on projects for clients, about 2% of my book inventory and all the extra calories I burned from walking down and up the steps, sucking up the water with the carpet-cleaning machine and moving 35-pound boxes to dryer locations.

So, thank you, God, for the flood in the basement. You always know how to show me that You’re there, and I’m blessed to have You in my life.

Romans 8:28

No rugs/carpet in the bathroom

So I went to the doctor’s office yesterday, because I’ve been having so much trouble sleeping since the earthquake and Hurricane Irene.

She prescribed a non-habit-forming sleep aid that I took last night. It worked OK, because I only took one pill and not two. She said it would knock me out for 10 hours, and I didn’t want to be down that long. Whew. I slept from about 8:30p until about 3-something. After I woke up the first time, I was able to go back to sleep until about 6a.

My doctor’s visit also revealed I’ve put back on almost 20 pounds. Not cool. So I got up this morning and went to the gym. I did an hour on the elliptical. The chicks on either side of me were going way faster than me, but I was just glad to be moving my body. I have a cruise in two months, and I am not going to be on the boat and be as big as a boat.

I came home, shaved my head and took a nice, long shower. It felt good after the workout.

So, what’s up with the title of this post?

I have this thing about rugs in the bathroom.

Since I don’t require people to remove their shoes at the front door, and I don’t do it either, I’ve always had this thing against rugs and/or carpet in the bathroom.

I mean, you go in there and use the toilet or sink with your shoes on and whatever’s on the bottom of your shoes becomes a part of the rug/carpet. Then you bathe/shower and step out with wet, bare feet on the same rug/carpet that’s there when you were in the bathroom in your shoes. Ewe.

I have a bath mat that I put down when I bathe/shower to step out on, but it goes over the side of the tub when I’m done. I don’t leave it on the floor to be stepped on when I’m in the bathroom in my shoes.

Call me crazy or weird, but everybody’s got their something.

 

If you don’t care about your own safety, think of others

These thoughts came to me while I was tweeting with @SherriWrites at about 4a; after Hurricane Irene moved through my area.

There was a time in human history where technology wasn’t available to predict the destructive paths of natural disasters.

With meteorological advances, however, there are some things we don’t have to do anymore:

  • We don’t have to stand outside with a moist finger in the air trying to decide whether we should move to higher, or lower, ground because bad weather is coming.
  • We don’t have to depend on Grandpa’s bad knee from his second World War wound to start aching before we head off to the supermarket for non-perishable items for the bomb shelter.
  • We don’t have to pay a fortune in gold to the Oracle to gyrate and sputter to let us know that the ground will be shaking and rumbling soon.

All we have to do now is turn on the television, surf over to The Weather Channel‘s website and/or download an application for our smartphone to know days in advance that we’re most likely in harm’s way and we probably need to move.

If you can’t get out of harm’s way, that’s one thing. Sometimes a storm will come on so suddenly that there’s no time to evacuate. Even with all the meteorological advances in the world, Mother Nature doesn’t show us her terrific and terrible majesty all the time.

If you can get out of harm’s way, and you choose not to, then you put other people’s lives at risk.

For the most part, the good portion of humankind values life. There are those among us who will risk life and limb to rescue a cat or dog before s/he’ll watch even someone else’s pet perish because of some natural or man-made disaster.

When people refuse to evacuate, especially when they’ve got ample time and have been given sufficient warnings to do so, they create the possibility that some Emergency Service employee could lose his/her life trying to rescue people who wouldn’t have needed rescuing had they listened to the warnings and moved to safer space prior to the disaster.

In the end, the material possessions are ruined, anyway, and their staying doesn’t change that. In our human condition, not even our strong wills are going to deter the wrath of nature, and we’ve put ourselves and others at risk for nothing.

The time Emergency service personnel could be spending to help those who did move to safer space find food/water, clothing and shelter, is consumed by those who left themselves in dangerous situations and have to be rescued. Valuable resources are diverted from those who listened and tried to do the right thing to those who decided their wants/needs were more important than anyone else’s.

Think about it.

Once it’s found out that someone who wouldn’t evacuate is trapped on his/her roof barefoot in shorts and a tshirt, clinging to his/her laptop and laser printer, the Emergency Service personnel aren’t going to say, “Oh, well. It’s too bad. S/he should have listened to us and got out before it got bad.”

No, their supervisor is going to send them out to rescue that person and his/her few possessions. And while the Emergency Service personnel are trying to concentrate on getting this person safely off his/her roof, s/he’ll be barking orders like, “Be careful of my laptop and printer. I’m going to hand them to you first. Don’t drop them. Watch the cables!”

It’s troubling, to say the least, that there are people who put more value on stuff than they place on their own lives and/or the lives of those who’ll be on the hook for trying to get them to safety once the storm/tornado/hurricane/fire passes through their area.

When are we going to learn?

Sigh.

Another sleepless night

The plan was to go to bed early and then get up at 5a to go to the gym, but that didn’t work.

I found myself wide awake at 11pm, and I still can’t sleep.

I had an itch on my back, and when I went to scratch it I discovered that my entire back is covered with small bumps. I’ve never had hives, so I don’t know if that’s what it is. I know they weren’t there the day before the earthquake.

I really need to get over it.

Right now, though, I’m not over it.

Sigh.

I guess I better get some work done since I’m awake.

That earthquake really shook me up

…no pun intended.

Yesterday, a 5.8-magnitude earthquake started in Richmond, VA, and shook the earth all the way up the East Coast.

I live about an hour and a half away from Richmond, so imagine my terror when my bed starting shaking during my nap.

At first, I thought I was dreaming that the bed was shaking, but when I woke up and saw things falling off my dresser, and  the books on the desk sliding to a slant, I thought maybe my landlady had someone working on the house and she didn’t tell me they were coming by.

I got out of bed and looked out the windows, but I didn’t see anyone. I thought maybe I couldn’t see them from the top floor, so I descended the stairs and looked out the ground floor windows.

No one.

As I came back up the stairs, the ceiling fan was making a very weird noise, so I turned it off and the shaking stopped.

Keep in mind, at this point I still had no idea there had been an earthquake.

I mean, I’ve been in this area since 2003, and there’s never been any earthquakes. I went to school in DC from 1990 to 1995, and there were no earthquakes then either. Why would I think it was an earthquake?

My heart was racing, because I was wondering if maybe a squirrel in the attic had bitten into a wire or something and damaged the electrical system, which is what caused the whole top floor of the house to shake.

I sat on my bed, wondering if the top of my house was going to fall in on me and if I should leave.

About this point, a friend of mine called to check on me, and that’s when I found out I wasn’t crazy, that turning off the ceiling fan hadn’t stopped the house from shaking and that I had indeed been shaken out of my sleep by a powerful earthquake.

Now it’s almost 2a, and I’m terrified to go to sleep. I’ve been in bed since about 11p, and I can’t sleep. The thought of having another earthquake shake me out of my sleep scares me silly.

But you know what I think about when I’m lying here unable to sleep?

Haiti, Japan, India and all those other places rocked by natural and man-made disasters where the infrastructure isn’t as solid as America’s and when the shaking stops there are miles and miles of homes and businesses razed to the ground.

Yesterday’s earthquake lasted for about 40 seconds of my life, and I can’t go to sleep.

Can you imagine spending the next 40 years rebuilding your life, community, city, state, country?

I’m scared, but I know I’m fortunate to live in a place where a 5.8-magnitude earthquake shakes me up but doesn’t tear me down. My heart goes out to all those who don’t live in a place where they can say that.

This is why I take my Help for Humanity campaign so seriously.

Casey Anthony: not guilty and not innocent

I was asked on Twitter, prior to the Casey Anthony verdict, what my opinion was on what it would be.

My reply was that I had no opinion on the verdict.

I’ll explain why I had no opinion on the verdict:

Casey Anthony wasn’t found innocent of the killing of Caylee Anthony. Innocence was not proven or on trial.

Casey Anthony was found not guilty of the charges as worded by the entity who brought and secured the indictments.

When you start applying the nuances of the law and the spirit of the law to whether a person should be punished for a crime, then you have to take into account that anything is possible.

Now…

Had I been asked my opinion on whether I—personally—think Casey Anthony is guilty of the 2008 murder of Caylee Anthony, my answer is yes.

See…

There are too many things to consider when “the rule of law” is applied to a situation.

The bottom line is this:

No one yet has been held accountable for the death of Caylee Anthony. Are we going to now focus on that, or will Caylee’s death, like so many others, become yesterday’s buzz phrase as we move on to the tragic death of another child?

And for those of  you who want to pull the race card from the deck, I’m going to respectfully ask you to remember O.J. Simpson before you slam that card down on the table. Thank you.

Mother’s Day doesn’t come with a disclaimer, so STOP doing it on Father’s Day

You know what I’m talking about:

“To all the real fathers holding it down, and the mothers who are also acting as fathers, Happy Father’s Day!”

This is entirely too tacky to me. If that offends you, my apologies that you’re offended, but I’m not apologizing for expressing this point of view.

On Mother’s Day, it is extremely rare to see fathers being acknowledged for being the sole parent in their children’s lives. I personally know several men who have sole custody of their children, and there’s not a mother in sight.

I grew up with a young lady whose father had sole custody of her and her sister, and he provided food, clothing and shelter, did their hair, attended their “tea parties,” talked to their teddy bears, sat through them making up his face and putting ribbons and bows in his hair, explained their menstrual cycles, bought their feminine hygiene products, gave them the “sex talk,” and all the other stuff a parent does when he has the singular responsibility of raising his children.

About a year ago, I met a man who was raising four children (one set of twins) after their mother simply ran off. When she left, all his children were three years old and under. He was working full-time and coaching basketball, and he showed me a picture of all four children lined up side-by-side in their car seats at the gym while he coached his team. He had to fight with his family to keep his children with him, because his mother and sisters all wanted him to allow the children to be separated between them. He refused.

And, what about the fathers who’d like to be “holding it down,” but some selfish woman won’t allow them to?

You know who that chick is.

She’s the one who uses her child as a pawn to manipulate the father.

He wants to see his child, but she won’t let him because she doesn’t think he’s offering her enough money. He wants to give what money he can, but she doesn’t accept the little he has to offer because by not taking it she thinks she has the right to keep him from seeing and/or talking to his child. Since she went through the labor, she thinks she holds all the cards, so she refuses to think of her child and the child’s need to interact with his/her father, and this chick tells anyone who will listen that her child’s father hasn’t come around or helped financially with the child’s upkeep.

Don’t think I’m not aware that there are men who aren’t taking care of their children. I know they exist.

However, there are mothers who are just as neglectful and selfish as dead-beat fathers, and we don’t have the same disclaimer on Mother’s Day:

“To all the real mothers holding it down, and the fathers who are also acting as mothers, Happy Mother’s Day!”

There may be some of you who go this route, but it is far, far, far less prevalent than this recent trend of singling out certain fathers from other fathers.

It’s like this…

The fathers who are “holding it down” are going to get their recognition from those who know them personally. They’ll get the phone calls, the Father’s Day cards, the ties, the gift cards to Best Buy and Home Depot, the cake and ice cream, the dinner at the local buffet, the “thanks for being a good father” sex from their partner, etc.

The fathers who aren’t “holding it down” will get what they give; nothing.

That, in and of itself, totally negates the need for anyone to add insult to injury by declaring admiration for the real fathers.

Think about it…

When you say that, you also run the risk of hurting the children who see that and possibly think, “Here’s another reminder that my father doesn’t care about me or love me or think about me.” What’s even sadder is that they may not even know they think that way. They just know when they see that disclaimer they feel sad and hurt, but they can’t express where it’s coming from.

The way I see it is that dead-beat fathers (and mothers) should get no recognition at all, but they are given recognition when you make the point of highlighting the real parents. You give them recognition by pointing out that there are fathers who aren’t real, which is inaccurate on its face. I mean, if you help create a child, regardless of whether you’re providing support for that child, you are a father (or mother), if only in name.

In all actuality, no mother can take the place of a father, even if she has to fill certain aspects of that space, just as no father can take the place of a mother, even if he has to fill certain aspects of that space.

Also…

who decides how much you have to do to be considered a real father? Did I miss the memo? Is there an analytic tool?

Anyway…

Happy Father’s Day to all fathers in general and to Carson Fields, Jr. in particular, who’s been married to my mother for over 42 years and helped her raise my older sister, me and my younger brother, plus our “adopted” brother, and who, during the early years that he and my mother were married, agreed to help my mother provide a home for many of her younger sisters and brothers. Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I love you!

President Obama will never be effective

Don’t get me wrong.

The title of this post is “President Obama will never be effective,” not “President Obama cannot be effective” or “President Obama hasn’t tried to be effective.”

I could make this a long and drawn-out post, itemizing all the ways President Obama will never be effective, but when you boil it all down to starch there’s really only one thing that affects his ability to be effective: his skin color.

President Obama will never be effective, because too many people don’t want to work with him so he can be effective.

Maybe only Rush Limbaugh said it out loud, but there are so many others like Rush who want to see the President fail. They don’t want him to be as effective as he could possibly be, because that would obliterate the myth that people of color have the intestinal fortitude and the intellect to lead just as effectively as anyone else.

What’s ironic is that these same people who want the President to fail don’t realize that his failure is the country’s failure. While President Obama is meeting with all this opposition from people who could help him help America succeed, it is actually Americans who are suffering.

I was watching the news yesterday, and the anchor was making the point that the Republicans want to approve $6 trillion in loans and President Obama wanted to approve $7 trillion in loans to help stimulate the American economy. Am I the only sane person who sees that that’s not really a huge leap?

I mean, if the Republicans were saying we could do it with only $3.5 trillion and the President was saying we had to have $7 trillion, then I could see there being this major push-back from Republicans. However, based on a difference of one step up in cost, Republicans have deemed President Obama’s plan too costly.

This is the kind of nonsense that is being played out in America today. It’s almost like the Republicans are simply playing devil’s advocate so nothing can be done to move America forward.

The bottom line…

Regardless of whether anyone comes right out to say, “We’re not going to help him because he’s a black,” their actions are speaking much louder than their wordlessness.

Shred to Shed

I’m still going strong with my house-cleaning project.

It’s amazing how much paper is all over this place. Whew!

Thank goodness for shredders.

I have two. One upstairs and one on the ground level.

These are cross-cut shredders, and I use them to shred anything and everything that I don’t plan to keep that has my name, address and/or social security number on it.

I can’t count the number of pre-approved credit card applications I’ve come across, along with book club membership applications. All that stuff gets shredded.

Old statements and receipts get shredded.

Envelopes with my name and address on them get shredded.

Eventually, when I scan all the cards from special occasions, receipts and statements I’ve been keeping, they’ll get shredded, too.

Tomorrow is trash day, and I was able to get a lot of stuff out of one of my computer rooms, so this is a good thing.

To the inventor of the shredder, face-cheek smooches. 🙂

Trashy liberation

Well, yesterday my Room Whisperer and I discovered that our goal of cleaning out three rooms of all its trash was too much to accomplish.

Remember in my earlier post where I said I have layers and layers of stuff?

Yes.

That’s what caught up with us yesterday.

We did get out several bags of trash and some empty boxes, but it’s going to take more than one day to go through everything, especially since it’s all in three rooms.

I have to tell you… even though we didn’t get the entire job completed, it felt so good to get rid of and/or shred all that paper that wasn’t serving any purpose.

There were old sales papers, pre-approved credit card applications, postcards for local community colleges, magazines from companies trying to get me to buy their products, requests for donations in exchange for pocket calendars, restaurant menus and coupons, book club mailers for book clubs I’m not even a part of anymore and junk like that.

I whittled down the contents of three boxes into half a box of stuff I wanted/needed to keep. The rest is gone.

Decluttering is so liberating. Loosing it and letting it go is definitely the way to go. 🙂

Something else that’s important for me to keep in perspective…

Just because I have to change the plan doesn’t mean I have to abandon the plan. In the Army, they call it “overcoming and adapting” or “adjusting fire.” I’m still on course to clean out and clean up. It’s just going to take a little longer.