"What's happening with your front stairs?" This is the question that has plagued me for the last eight weeks. It should be funny that this is my big frustration. My "Which is more important, your stairs, or ....?" Maybe this is clear to all of you reading this, and if so please leave a comment. What is God trying to tell me here? Am I to be patient, long suffering, not returning evil for evil? Or am I supposed to call the state licensing board and file a complaint about the man who signed a contract saying he would repair anything that failed in the first year, and got paid all of the money he was asking for, and then tore off my front stairs, and thinks it is okay to leave them this way for two months?
Maybe I am making a mountain out of a mole hill. Maybe I should change the title of my blog from Letting Love Cover It, to the Ramblings of an Unholy Whiner. In all actuality I really don't care about my front stairs. I don't think about them until I ask someone to come over and then have to explain that they will have to walk into my garage and knock on my basement door until someone hears them, unless I happen to see them drive up and go meet them at the door. It is a small inconvenience. It is just humiliating when people ask about it, and then tell us what we should be doing about it.
When my contractor accused us of threatening him this morning, I was very glad it was my husband talking to him and not me. I think my anger would not have produced the righteousness of God. Oh yeah, I am studying James right now, that just adds to the humor of the situation. See me counting it all joy? Maybe God is working in my contractor's life. He has to decide if he would rather eat the cost and have a clean record, or let us eat the cost and file a complaint against his license. I'm glad that is his decision and not mine.
In the meantime we are thinking up fun ways to pass out Halloween candy from our garage. Dreaming of what kinds of steps we might want to build. And trying to keep in perspective what this little inconvenience means. God does not just rip off your front steps without teaching you some lesson through it. And yes it does keep me from obsessing about when the courts will re-open in Ethiopia. So for now, if you need to stop by, call from the driveway and I will open the garage door for you.
Maybe I am making a mountain out of a mole hill. Maybe I should change the title of my blog from Letting Love Cover It, to the Ramblings of an Unholy Whiner. In all actuality I really don't care about my front stairs. I don't think about them until I ask someone to come over and then have to explain that they will have to walk into my garage and knock on my basement door until someone hears them, unless I happen to see them drive up and go meet them at the door. It is a small inconvenience. It is just humiliating when people ask about it, and then tell us what we should be doing about it.
When my contractor accused us of threatening him this morning, I was very glad it was my husband talking to him and not me. I think my anger would not have produced the righteousness of God. Oh yeah, I am studying James right now, that just adds to the humor of the situation. See me counting it all joy? Maybe God is working in my contractor's life. He has to decide if he would rather eat the cost and have a clean record, or let us eat the cost and file a complaint against his license. I'm glad that is his decision and not mine.
In the meantime we are thinking up fun ways to pass out Halloween candy from our garage. Dreaming of what kinds of steps we might want to build. And trying to keep in perspective what this little inconvenience means. God does not just rip off your front steps without teaching you some lesson through it. And yes it does keep me from obsessing about when the courts will re-open in Ethiopia. So for now, if you need to stop by, call from the driveway and I will open the garage door for you.
4 comments:
Grrrrr!
Well, they did give you those lovely wooden forms, which could provide you with material for some creative construction. Just take those apart, lean them at an angle against the front patio, attach a couple of guide ropes, and voilà—you'd have a very attractive gangplank! The view to your front door could look like this: http://www.tanignak.com/images/GangplankLad.jpg
Bonus: All the little pirate trick-or-treaters would think yours is the coolest house on the block!
Sorry Signe, but you must go after the builder. You know you have to. You are not suing (yet) but he is wrong for not holding up his deal. You are not a whiner dearest, and you shall not change your blog name. I think its time for you to get on the phone with him if he still doesn't come over to finish his end of the bargain. It is kind of cute though that your having such a fun outlook on this especially about Halloween.
If it was me....who could I call again and file a complaint? Why has he not gotten it together to fix the stairs?
Maybe a really big ad in the newspaper with this picture and his saying "Don't hire this man"
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