Monday, November 18, 2013

Insulation Ordered, and...

After many telephone calls and internet searches looking for polyiso foam board insulation to buy at a brick & mortar store, I relented and admitted that it is a special order item that I would not have this weekend.

Home Dept had the best price and also had 3" thick sheets, but the catch was that they only sell it in lots of 16 sheets.  Not 14, not 18, but 16.  Or 32.  John and I did some measuring and some calculating, and think that we figured out how many we would need:  16.   I know - weird, right?  But we're going with it.  I called Home Depot to order - and was dismayed to learn it would take two weeks to arrive.  What is up with that?  Isn't it already manufactured and sitting in a warehouse somewhere??  I was also sort of horrified to do the math on how much it costs; but it isn't exactly an optional item, so I took a deep gulp of air and ordered it.  (Thank you, Sara, at the Rowlett Home Depot Pro Desk!)

Later that day on the way home from the lumberyard, John caught me staring out the window in a daze.  He asked me what I was thinking about, and I replied that I was just tallying how much money I had spent that morning.  Sort of a chunk.  I said that I'm a little stressed about money; that I think I'll have enough, but that I won't have extra.  All part of the deal - the final push at the end.

Less than 15 minutes later, my cell phone dinged that I had received a text message.  It was from a long time friend.  Years ago - and I mean YEARS ago, I had paid for something on her behalf, and she was texting to tell me she is ready to wire me funds to pay me back.  And do you know how much it was?  $150 MORE than I had just been lamenting that I had spent! I just stared at my phone - positively astounded.  When I paid the money, I never ever intended for her to repay me.  I had forgotten all about it a long, long time ago.  Totally off my radar.  So to get that text... at that moment...

If I had ever had any doubt (I have not) that I am on the path I am supposed to be on, it's gone.  I have repeatedly gotten validation on my decisions - gotten help when I needed it -- met people I am supposed to meet in the most random of places and situations.   And in response I just look up and utter a word of thanks.  I am where I am supposed to be, doing what I am supposed to be doing.  Color me humbled and grateful.

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