Monday, March 3, 2008

Worry is the activity of a mind which does not understand its connection with Me. March 3 Meditations from Conversations With God Book 1, page 188

I haven't written since last Thursday. No reason, just haven't. I'm glad I can not say that about my drinking. I don't drink because the desire to do so has been removed. And that is a gift I will not squander.

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And, the saga of my toilet still continues. It has become fodder for humor. They have been here three times to install and still have not gotten it right. Oh the one in my guest bath is fine and I have been pleased with it since installation two weeks ago. I had to go to Home Depot and recorder and I so wanted a very stylish commode for my master. Now never in all my born days did I ever think I would be sitting in a glorified hardware store looking for a "stylish" crapper. It borders on the absurd. But, there I was, trying to find a new "throne" that would suit my self-projected glamour for a china crapper. Not an easy task for one that requires a 10 inch rough out. Now don't ask me what a rough out is, It has something to do with how far from the wall a part of this magic machine (that gets rid of the waste I throw its way) sits from the wall. Now I am sitting there with this very butch man and this woman who are helping me decide which one I want. Everyone that I like is too big for the rough-out. I asked all kinds of questions about the toilets except will this one make my butt look big. Now to think of it , that would have been a perfectly sensible question to have asked, since I would be parking the B. A. on it as needed. Finally, I found one that will fit and it's ok so I genuflect and order it. It has a 17 in hi elongated bowl. Nothing special but will meet the need. Tuesday the guys arrive to install it and they finished it and I started to sign for it and thought, "I have not checked this thing out, I better be sure it looks right." To my horror, it was not the one I ordered. It was smaller with a round 14-1/2 bowl. Now this damned thing would have definitely made my butt look bigger. Can't have that. When I told Anthony and Kenneth, (we're on first name basis by now) that it was the wrong one, they just went into hysterics.

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So, I called HOME DEPOT and talked with SUSAN. Many apologies and assurrances that the order will be completed at no more cost to me. Friday the order was completed and I approved it. This morning the phone rang and it was the installers to tell me they would install tomorrow (Tuesday) so they will call between 8 and 10 to schedule the time. I'm thinking, now this is great, tomorrow I can finally sign the paper that says the damned thing is installed satisfactorily

and I will write The End to this annoying saga. BUT NOT TO BE. At 1:30 I got a call from the installation company and they informed me that the new toilet was a special order and was not in when they called to have it picked up. ??? Now would you not think that this would have been done BEFORE they scheduled the installation? I think that is a reasonable assumption.

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So the wait is on. When will the crapper arrive? Will it make my butt look bigger? Cue the organ music. Will Kenneth and Anthony be the installers this time?

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Today I am grateful for:

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My higher power, God.

My sobriety.

Dolly, my schnauzer.

My Sponsor.

That I can see the humor in this crappy situation.

That I have friends that let me know I'm missing in the blogdom.

Having the patience to deal with this ridiculous situation without blowing.

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Now y'all be pretty now, ya heah.

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Thought to live by: Keep it simple. Don't drink. Read the Big Book. And go to meetings.

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