Tanked

Our house reminds me of my little one’s fish tank.  One minute everything is going along great and the next everything seems to have gone to pot.  We have two televisions in our home; one in our den and one in our little one’s playroom.  They both were working fine when we went to bed the other night.  I like to start my day with a bit of writing over my cup of coffee, and when I went to put on my soothing music I discovered we had no internet connection.  Despite my various troubleshooting efforts I had to call for help and they said a technician needed to come out to replace something.  The earliest they could arrive would be in a couple of days.  In the meantime I cannot control our thermostats, lights or even our coffee maker from my phone.  I realize these are first world problems and I do not wish to complain.  Rather, I’m pondering why everything was running smoothly and then all of a sudden it’s like our little fish tank became full of algae.  The American composer Duke Ellington said, “A problem is a chance for you to do your best.”  That is how I try to view everything, from hardship to SNAFUs like this.  Our little one is scared of the dark and my husband wants to watch the news.  One minute it’s broiling and the next it’s freezing.  The way I see it is we are blessed to have our own house, something I did not have the luxury of growing up.  We are blessed with electricity, and we are blessed to have iPhones that can do really cool stuff.  My mother did not have TV when she was a very little girl and she said she used to live for a radio program called “The Shadow.”  I confess I love books and watch TV but I have never simply listened to a story.  The past few days we have talked more, read more, played more, and simply looked at each other more.  What a gift and a reminder that we always have each other, so we are never really tanked.

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