My next door neighbor bought a new TV, which is an understatement by a long shot. It’s a flat screen, taking up about an acre, covering one wall of his family room. It has back lighting, surround sound and “Pandora” (don’t expect me to explain it, but basically it means any music you ever wanted can be played), the only thing lacking is four theater recliners, which will arrive in a week or so. To say its impressive would be like saying Lake Michigan is a “good sized pond”.
I’m not jealous; in fact I’m grateful that he got the stuff. Not only can I enjoy it when I visit, but it compelled me to organize my basement and finally hook up the audio equipment that is collecting dust down there. So, Monday, after the busy-ness of the GraceGifts banquet was over, I launched into the “basement project”. Work out equipment in one area, drum set in another. Everything was coming together including speakers holding the shelf that will eventually display all my sports stuff, including my Jay Cutler poster, my college football picture, Michael Jordan poster… basically all your “rare and priceless items”.
It takes a long while to arrange all that priceless stuff, and with all five dogs assisting me, a bit longer. Since the audio equipment, wasn’t cooperating (not my fault), I finally gave up a little after 2AM on Tuesday morning.
Later Tuesday AM Sue shared that not only had the dogs assisted with the set up of the basement project, but one of them (perhaps two working in tandem) had left a “prize” for me back in the area where I store the Christmas decorations. I dutifully went down to the “man cave”, with the disinfectant wipes in hand, to deal with the doggie doo doo. I was not happy. There was no thankfulness in my heart; I was not singing, speaking, whispering or thinking, “Praise God for this opportunity to clean up dog doo!”
I was less spiritually stable by 8PM, when I finally called my neighbor to ask (beg) for assistance getting my audio equipment to work (or make any sound at all). It was either make the call or throw an amplifier through the window. By 9PM I had amplified music and by 10PM was settled in to watch TV with Sue and the dogs in the TV room. Sometime before midnight, Sue nudged (poked) me out of my “restful TV monitoring” to ask where the disinfectant wipes might be. Having utilized them for doo-doo duty, I trudged to the basement to fetch them.
Stepping into 3 inches of water on the basement floor, I quickly realized the sump pump had failed and my “man cave” was now a “man pool”. Praise God! I admit that wasn’t my first thought, but it is now.
Consider this: If my neighbor hadn’t gotten new stuff, that prompted me to begin my “basement project”, that involved assistance from the dogs, that led to the “prize” left by them, that led to the disinfectant wipes taken to the basement and left there, and if there hadn’t been a further request and quest for the disinfectant wipes… I would not have stepped into the three inches of water; which would have been 6 or more by morning when I would (might) have gone down to work out.
As it went… the back up sump pump (still in the box on the basement floor) hooked up easily. Praise God! The water was pumped out by 2AM. Praise God! No audio or video equipment was damaged. Praise God! Every thing was rescued and cleaned up by the time I went to bed at 2AM on Thursday morning. Praise God!
So… I say, “Praise God! for dog doo doo!” Give thanks in all circumstances for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. -1 Thessalonians 5:18
Gotta go-Dogs need to be let out.