11/19/09 Locks rekeyed, Tire repaired, Nordstroms

The locksmiths were on time. You know, I had to decide. If you don't want to waste mental energy and cause yourself needless stress, you make a decision and move on. I don't know if Ricky is dangerous? I don't know why a man with his ability keeps messing up. Time after time. But I know that I had enough doubt to be uncomfortable in my home while he had a key to my front door. And he wouldn't give it back. They came and fixed our front door which has never been right, and rekeyed all the locks. Whew.

While they were here, I put out peanuts for the squirrels. It was raining so I threw them onto the deck right in front of our back door. Those squirrels went nuts. I mean it. It was as though I had soaked the nuts in gin or vodka. Earl went so crazy that he tried to climb up the outer wall of the house--more than once. You could hear his little paws crambling against the wood. I don't know where he thought he was going. The other two Sita and a new comer, sat on the back of the lawn chairs looking right at me through the window. I'm going to think twice about giving them those peanuts again.

I went to Firestone to see about the tire. And I'm so glad that I did. It seems that this "thing" in the tire (that lets you fill it with air) was damaged. It could have caused a bad accident. I'm blessed that I was able to pull over so fast and have the tire seen to. I'm also blessed that I didn't believe AAA that all was now well in the tire department and that I had Firestone do a deeper check on the problem. It didn't make sense to me that the tire suddenly, for no reason, developed a slow leak. So Firestone fixed the core problem and I should be good to go now.

I went home to rest. MKate and I were venturing down town to Nordstroms where I expected to see a line of Think shoes. I was tired. And you know, I had to really need those shoes to haul a . . . . downtown to look for them. When I got to the once fabulous Nordstrom's shoe dept, I could see that the recession had done this great store a lot of harm. They had a line of very young shoes--5 inch heels. Even models sometimes have trouble walking in them.

When I asked for help, the salesman was unenthusiastic. He looked in the back and found one pair of Thinks that I didn't like. After that he wasn't interested in helping me. I got pissy. We looked at a few more items--jewelry and scarves and hair items but we weren't happy shoppers anymore. MKate couldn't find shoes either. I was sorry that I lost it, even a little. I think I was very tired and that my blood sugar was down from not eating lunch.

I apologized to God and He forgave me. I hope that I don't do that again. More compassion, less ego.