One of our neighbors sells tractors for a living. Not coincidentally, he also loves to mow. He takes it upon himself to keep the right of ways in the neighborhood mowed down to a manageable level.
He most often begins mowing when we are not home. Not only that, he seems to make sure that we have left our windows open. Pat and I returned home yesterday to see clouds of dust billowing toward our house. We scurried around and shut all the windows.
We opened them when he was done. Shortly after that, the neighbor behind us started to mow. More clouds of dust. More scurrying.
When that was done we opened the windows again. We are 'windows open' people. While we are thankful for our air conditioning when it is 90+, as it has been; we are happiest when the windows are up, a gentle breeze is blowing in and we can hear the birds singing and the cows mooing.
We are slowly adjusting to living in the Eastern Time Zone. The evening news is not on until 11 PM, people! And for those of you who know me well, that is waaaaay past my bedtime. Sometimes we stay up later than we should. The clock read 11:17 when I finally got into bed.
At 1:30 AM I woke up and was unable to get back to sleep (all my middle-aged female readers will understand this). There were plenty of people and situations to pray for, so I did and then I got up to surf the web.
An hour later (still surfing) a familiar odor drifted into our (now open again) windows.
It was so bad it woke Pat up. We scurried around closing windows. Again.
It was hard to get to sleep after that, but we finally managed.
I talked to another neighbor on my walk this morning. Turns out our mowing fiend, I mean friend, moved several plastic un-installed gas pipes while he was mowing and disturbed a family of skunks.
They retaliated at 2:30 AM.
I was thinking that because I had so little sleep last night that I would have a good excuse to be crabby and whiny today.
This morning's devotion is from Proverbs 30 and 31. I read and re-read Chapter 31.
Especially verses 10-12:
"A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life."
I found no excuse for crabbiness. I guess I can be a character (got that covered), but today I will work on being more noble, despite lack of sleep.
We still have not found a beige folder we lost when we moved in. It contained gift cards. We also have not found our battery charger. So, if my husband 'lacks nothing of value' I think I should re-double my search efforts.
Fueled by crabbiness and stubborn determination, I'm tearing this place apart and finding those things!