Today I have had many opportunities to learn about melding with the movement of the universe. I missed the first lesson when the dumptruck driver put the load of compost in the middle of the truck gate. I could have accepted it and began to work around it, but it made me mad.
When the site prep guy broke the irrigation main, I knew I had failed to figure the irrigation stuff out before hand, so I accepted my responsibility and felt calm.
Seemed like I had it down. Then, Kate called at 10:10 PM tonight. “I blew a tire on the trailer.” Oh. Well, another opportunity to flow with the movement of the universe. After a call to a specialty tire service–not cheap–, the guy came, an hour + after I initiated contact. “Hmmm. The wheels no good.” This at 11:45 PM. Swell.
What could I do? You can’t get a wheel at 11:45 pm. So, I called the Sheriff’s office. They’re closed. I had to call 911. The Sheriff’s message told me to call them. I reported the trailer as not going to get fixed until the morning. Kicked it off the trailer hitch and drove home.
Where I am now. Hungry. Gonna have something to eat, then go to bed.