They Don't Know
Some people are suggesting we have early festivities. They are suggesting we begin decorating for Thanksgiving and Christmas. That we relax, laugh longer enjoy life now and stop stressing.
These advisors say we've all had a stressful year and if we just chill out, slow down, and celebrate it would be good. And they have a point, life is too short to spend it worrying. And worrying doesn't make tomorrow better, it just robs us of the joys of today.
Today for example, I could have stressed out because I have been waiting for a package I wanted. This is a special package intended for my Adorable Cousin and her husband. He's supposed to leave this weekend to undertake the final stage of treatment for cancer. It's a long drive and Old Fuzzy and I ordered a special CD of gospel music for them to listen to on their drive and thereafter.
It was supposed to arrive in the mail this morning, but not only didn't it come—there was no mail at all. So we waited, and waited, and...
That was disappointing, and it still says it will be here before 9:00 this evening. Yeah, right. Then there was the other event supposed to happen this afternoon was the arrival of my box of books. That was supposed to happen this afternoon, but it didn't. It has been changed to 'Monday'.
The books have been a continual yammering, like a large ever increasing number of leaks in the roof and trying to run around slipping a pot under the leak to catch the drips. First, MY copy of my one book never came until well after it should have arrived, and until I sent an inquiry: where's my book?
Then there were emails and phone calls about how to make corrections, and after we fought through making corrections on our own, another bout of 'where's our order, and why is my title not available' for far too long with no answer...
Finally I received a reply that was too late in coming, about my order that is coming, but apparently does not have the corrections that we made and paid for, and they say:
'Thank you for your patience in this time of...'
And I'm thinking? They don't know me if they think at this stage I'm patient or being patient. If they were here or I could give them a piece of my mind they would know neither am I patient today, nor have I been for the last two and a half months I've been wrestling with this wild elephant.
There may be a reason for this problem and I may or may not find out what it is, but there is no part of me that wants patience today or tomorrow and I find it almost amusing that whoever these poor folks are they believe I am being patient—or ever will be patient. Such is life. And I'd better start on that Thanksgiving / Christmas thing now just in case somewhere there is still an idea that I want patience.
