kar·ma[kahr-muh]the cosmic principle according to which each person is rewarded or punished in one incarnation according to that person's deeds in the previous incarnation. ~ Dictionary.com
Life in Weaselville isn't all that much different than life in any other home
it's just faster paced, harder hitting and more chaotic, except things here will always be a strange twist on the reality of the way things work in a normal home.
Like many of you, we have tightened the belts, cut out unnecessary spending and given up a few luxuries that we had become accustomed too.
One of life's little pleasures that I have given up is my manicure/pedicure pampering sessions and I do miss them dearly.
I have to keep reminding myself that they are a want and not a need. Anyway, the other morning my phone rang. It was a dear friend of mine who invited me to go get our mani/pedi's together this weekend - her treat! I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I immediately
started doing my happy dance accepted without so much as a polite
'oh I can't let you do that'.
Not too long after that, I left Weaselville to go check in on another dear friend, Patsy,
who happens to be the mother of 1st dear friend to sneak in a game of cards and see if she could use a helping hand. Boy was she glad I did.
Patsy's health and mobility are limited
but her card playing skills are shark like and I let myself into her home to find her faithful companion Lady's health wasn't too great either that morning. Poor Lady* had some major digestive problems happen all over the house
and I do mean all over. The mess had Patsy confined upstairs, as she was unable to navigate around the landmines nor get down to clean any of it up and let Lady outside.
Now you must understand that
I have a gag reflex that is unparalleled in it's ferocity am not good with cleaning up after pets, but alas looking around the room I found myself to be
holding the sh*tty end of the stick the best and most qualified person for the job. I grabbed the paper towels and a bag to get straight to work on the monumental task in front of me. Or tried to at least.
Every time I got close to a toxic contaminated liquid landmine, ye old gag reflex was faithfully at my side. Poor Patsy had to listen to the awful sounds that were emanating from the living room to accompany the aroma of sick dog that permeated her home.
I took me a while,
and 3 or 4 trips sprinting to the bathroom to avoid making the clean up job any bigger than it had begun but the mess eventually was gone and the carpets one again were clean and disinfected. Patsy was grateful and I was glad to have been there to help when she needed me.
What's my point? Life in Weaselville will always march to a different beat. The laws of Karma may be at work, but here they will always work in reverse.
When something good happens to be, I should remember to look up because the other shoe is about to drop.
*Later that day I took Lady to the vet and she is doing much better now.
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