I started thinking about my house the other night. I was missing it but decided I couldn’t let my mind wander east 7 miles. So I stopped and decided to count my blessings and think on all the good things of where I am now. Being a basement dweller is working out fine. Now do I step out and say it is working out fine “for now” or just keep saying it is working out fine. Because it is. But I do miss my house.
I am happy here. There is far less to clean here than in my house. Actually, there is just as much cat hair to clean up it is just in a more concentrated area.
Also, my sister lives just upstairs. You would think that would be handy but will come to find out differently in a future post.
Living within walking distance of where I work has saved me money on gas. And when I recently had a flat tire I didn’t have to rush to get it fixed. Funny thing, nobody mentioned to me it was looking low…
I met my renters the other day. I have a property management company that handles most things but the renters wanted me to come out and discuss the yard. I was happy to do so. I was especially happy to do so when they said they liked doing yard work and just wanted my okay with what they were doing.
They had painted my bright “hello I’m yellow” guest room to a softer, more easier on the eyes sage green. Much, much better. That yellow was a bit harsh no matter how hard I tried to soften it.
They have a beautiful dog. Can’t remember what kind, but just picture a sweet checkerboardy looking hound dog that would love chasing squirrels and the like through a field. Unfortunately he just has my bark dust 10x 20 ish side yard to romp. I think even Mary and Martha would like him.
I know God provided this apartment for me at just the right time. It was available a year ago but I wasn’t quite ready. If I had moved in then I think I would have grieved not being in my house instead of just missing it from time to time.
So for now, or longer, I am content, and thankful, to be a basement dweller. God’s timing is best.
Question: Are you content and thankful?