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Being a Savior Hurts
Lessons from a bad day
It wasn’t that great a day today. One of those Alexander kind of days, in fact. You know — a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Well, it wasn’t all that bad. Except, I lied to a neighbor. I did.
The day actually started well. The heat and air crew came again to finish installing our new central air unit in the utility room, a different location from where the old one had been in the family room/den. The main reason for the move is that my aging ears can no longer hear what Gibbs is saying to McGee on the big screen TV when the A/C is running. I was happy the fellows were here.
But then there was the gas line that couldn’t be moved. (We’re not plumbers, you know.) And the duct-work that wouldn’t go above the ceiling. (Maybe, just build a little box?) And the return air vent has to be situated next to the dining room table now, so my old ears won’t be able to hear what my granddaughter is saying to me across the table.
I told the HVAC tech that none of those things would be a big deal. We could work around them. At least I can hear Gibbs now.
It was the truth.
Later, my son sent a note to ask if I could eat lunch with him. You don’t know how much those times mean to me, the moments when we sit, just the boy (he…
