Just Call the Heater…

I’ve been celebrating fall…by…opening the windows…and letting in the nice cool breezes that we’ve been having…so easy to sleep…when the house is in the sixties…getting up…not so much fun…

And…since I have to get up before the sun…during the week…I have to say…it’s downright cold in here…so…I sat shivering at my desk…while I attended to social media…all the time…wishing for…and discounting…the idea of getting the space heater from the garage…

Until…finally…a shivering…Bertha…grabbed me by the hair of the head…and threw me into the garage…in just over a minute…I had retrieved the heater…and the office was beginning to warm…

She says that it reminds her of my life…and…all the times…that…there is a simple solution to a problem…I know what it is…I have the ability to do it…but…for some reason…known only to me…and…Aunt Bea from Andy Griffith…who refused to call the man…I don’t do it…

Instead…I try other things…I put on socks…I wrap up in a blanket…I call Gomer for assistance…I put on my coat…I put on gloves…I put on earmuffs…I call Gomer for assistance…never getting the results that I want…until…finally…I do the one thing…that I’ve known all along would work…

And…it does…

So…why did I argue…why did I resist…

Well…like Aunt Bea…I blamed it on money…it costs money to run the space heater…I’m trying to be conservative…I hate to run the heater in here when I have the windows open in there…blah…blah…blah…

Interestingly…I ran the heater about fifteen minutes…and…now my office…is warm and toasty…my teeth aren’t chattering…and the blog is almost finished…Gomer…has left the building…and…I believe…my budget is mostly intact…

So…why did I argue…why did I resist…

Honestly…I don’t know…I’m not sure…why…I resist the easy answer…why I have to try things that I know won’t work…why I put on badge after badge of honor…for all the efforts that I’ve made…when…I’ve been ignoring a simple solution…all along…

Unfortunately…Bertha…has gone to remove her parka and snow boots…so…she isn’t explaining at the moment…so…I guess…it’s contemplation time for me…

Jane

Holding Hands…

I suppose it is the nurse in me…or…perhaps the mother…but…it’s really hard for me…to sit beside someone who is in pain…whether…physical or emotional…and…do…nothing

My propensity…has always been to…fix it…even if that meant…totally taking over the other person’s life…usually without permission…and…honestly…quite often…making things worse instead of better…

But…lately…Bertha…has been holding me back…which is somewhat akin to riding a bucking bronco…but being up for the challenge…she has definitely been reigning me in…bit by bit…

First…she told me I was…arrogant

What…me…humble servant to the masses…

She held firm…I was arrogant to believe…that…I knew better than the other person what they needed…I was arrogant to believe that…I…was the only one who could fix things…

Hmmm…

Then she pointed out…that…I really wasn’t being a friend when I took over…because…I wasn’t trusting the other person…to work things out…I wasn’t giving them the opportunity…to learn their lesson…and…grow in the way that they needed to…she related it to a toddler…if someone picked it up every time it stumbled and carried it…it would never learn to walk…

Now…she was quick to point out…that doesn’t mean…that…I ignore my friends…that I don’t help out…no…not at all…she’s just reminding me…that…sometimes…holding a hand…is the only helping hand…that’s needed…

Jane