I found out some horrible news so of
course, like any normal person, I decided to put up my makeshift closet all by
myself. Distraction is key. I had a screw driver so I felt all empowered, held
up a shelf that was already hanging off the wall, and put up my little metal
contraption that was going to support the already half hanging shelf and my rod
for clothes, tried to insert the screws and fail number one happened. Did you
know its incredibly hard to try to hold three different things in exactly the
right place when you only have two hands, one of which has a electric screwdriver
in it? Well it is. Then I tried to put anchors in but I don’t realy know how
those work…so I ended up with a big hole in the wall and a screw stuck in an
anchor that wasn’t the right size. So, I decided to lose the anchors and just
try and hold my metal thingys in place. After much determination and burns from
accidentally turning the scredriver on when my fingers were in the way, I got
one screw in!!! Slowly but surely I got all of one side in place. Excited with
my accomplisment, I started on the next side which proved just as challenging
but I knew what I was doing this time so I only had to give my arm a break a
couple times. Meanwhile, my phone is rining in my back pocket (it’s Garrett)
but OBVIOUSLY I couldn’t reach it mid drill.
Overjoyed with my completion of
putting up my shelf all on my own I answer the phone the 2nd time he
calls me back. As I’m talking (and starting to remember that I just got some
horrible news) I’m putting up my bins whose places are on top of the shelf I
just secured and trying to suck it up and act like I’m ok when all of a sudden…
my closet, bins and all, tumble on top of me and knock me over onto the ground
and I crumple up on the fetal position sobbing. I think Garrett thought I
probably died. It was the last straw and I’d been holding it in for too long,
tired from the exertion of my masterpiece, and knocked down to the ground from
my fallen masterpiece, it was too much to bear! Luckily, my mama had just
brought over a nice cushiony rug that broke my fall, so all that was hurt was
my pride!
Poor Garrett, I broke his heart sobbing like I was and just like the
knight in shining armour that he is, he drove down to rescue me the next
morning =) even though I told him not to and that I was completely fine
(clearly lies). He was at a staff
retrat for Church in Santa Barbara (his favorite place) and I’ll never forget
what he told me the night I was trying to talk him out of it, “I talked to
Pastor corey and he said that family comes first and even though you’re not
family now, you will be and I need to go to you. And even if she tells you not
to you need to go anyway. Pastor Corey says he’ll be mad at me if I don’t go.”
I love that Pastor and that Garrett!
Luv Shannon
P.S. here's what my makeshift closet now looks like with lots of help to finally get it sturdy enough to not fall on me...
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