It Could Be Worse...

Construction has begun on our family room this week and we are so excited to be moving forward. Good things are ahead. In the meantime, I'm posting something Greg wrote tonight that pretty much sums up the week.



This is a true story. Only the yelling has been changed to protect the not-so-innocent....

On June 7th when we got 8 inches of rain, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When the water started seeping into our family room, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When the insurance company said we weren't covered, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When the FEMA said we made too much to receive a government handout, I thought, "It could definitely be worse..."

When the SBA said we made too much for a really low interest loan, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When the SBA said the money was disbursed electronically, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When the automatic deposit wasn't made for the loan, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When they said the check was in the mail for the loan, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When the building contractor said they could start right away, but they needed money down, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When the studs were exposed we saw water damage that necessitated re-drywalling more than we had originally anticipated, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When the paneling was pulled off we learned we didn't have insulation, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When they pulled out the bathroom sink, I learned we had a leak that then required a plumber for a couple of hours, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When they fixed the plumbing and as I sealed the walls with masonry sealer, I thought, "It surely won't get worse..."

When they finished fixing our gutter and pointing it away from the house, I thought, "It could be worse..."

When a monster storm came through last night and dropped a huge hundred pound limb on the fence and wires, I thought, "It could have been worse..."

When they pulled off what was supposed to be insulation, and discovered the remnants of termites, I knew it would get worse....

When the termite guy came through he said, "Yes you had termites, and while they aren't in the walls now, we need to treat by drilling holes all around your house and poisoning the colony". He went on to give us a lesson in entomology as he explained (in a jovial way we had trouble appreciating) that termites live in cool comfort underground in the heat of the summer, but will make their way back come fall, I thought, "It could be worse...."

When the contractors left and we decided to order Chinese because we felt like not cooking, I thought, "Well, maybe the worst was over." The weather had turned beautiful, the food was great, and our deck was comfortable (thank goodness as it was the only place we could all sit)....

That's when it got worse. The bluebird of happiness dive bombed the deck and I took a direct hit to the back of my neck and almost my plate of food....the bird must not have liked the Poo Poo Platter!

GRRROSSSSS!

But that's when I knew....it surely, most certainly, without a doubt....can't get worse (at least not for the moment).

How poetic, how ironic, how perfectly appropriate for the day----

I hope your day is better, but never stop thanking God for blessings and good friends that offer help, because it could get worse!

Greg