Just a side note: “He is
risen! He is risen indeed!” Yesterday was Easter, a beautiful, sunny day
to celebrate the hope we have in Jesus.
And what can be more powerful than the resurrection from the dead? Perhaps the salvation of our sins? Jesus Christ embodies both! Now back to
the blog:
Amy the Pest
I had a great idea.
I was a teenager and our orange, shag carpet in the living room was
getting dingy. Actually it was past
dingy, and past the era when orange was cool.
It was embarrassing. So I had a
great idea. I told my mother, “You buy a
new carpet and I will install it.” Great
plan. Mom was game. When I look back now as an adult, I don’t
know what she was thinking. Must be the
same mindset that allowed me to scrape and paint the second story of our house
that summer while balancing on the top rungs of the extension ladder. Or possibly her stint as a single parent,
while working full time and going to school at night, slightly deranged her
mind. She probably thought, “What can I
lose?” It wasn’t as if the orange shag
carpet could look any worse. Anything
would be an improvement.
So, we implemented phase one of our plan. We went to the carpet store, picked out a rug
we both liked and brought it home. Mom
left for her job, and I went to work on the carpet armed with an X-Acto knife
and a measuring tape. How bad could it
be? Non-rhetorical answer: bad. The carpet was heavy. Lugging it into place was a chore. Then I had to measure where to make the
cuts. Our room was not perfectly square,
not even close. And there was a platform
for the woodstove that I had to cut around.
It was summer. I was
sweating. Each time I thought I had the
carpet in place, measured and about to make the cut I seemed to lose my grip
and had to start over. It was
frustrating.
In the middle of this mess, my friend Amy called. “Hey Sara, do you want to do something
today?” Sure, I just have to finish the
carpet first. I didn’t think it would
take that long; I was still optimistic.
“Ok” Amy said, “Call me when you are done.” Good plan.
An hour later, Amy called again, “Are you done yet?” No, I wasn’t done. “Ok, call me when you are done.” Fifteen minutes later, Amy called, “Are you
done yet?” No. “Ok.”
After another fifteen minutes the phone rang again. Phones had cords back then. We had one phone in the house, located in the
kitchen. Each time it rang I had to get
up, put my X-Acto knife down, lose my current carpet measurement, and go to the
kitchen and answer the phone. Also,
caller ID did not exist, at least not in our house, or to anyone not employed
by a secret government agency. There was
no call screening, and it was considered good manners to answer the phone when
it rang.
So I answered the phone. It was Amy.
“Are you done yet?” NO! I was not done. I told her I would call her when I was
done. Ten minutes later, the phone
rang. I put down my knife, the carpet
and the measuring tape. “Hello?” I
asked. “Are you done yet?” Amy
answered. “I told you I would call you
when I am done!” I responded. “What’s
taking you so long?” Amy asked. “It’s
hard. Have you ever installed a
carpet?” I asked. Amy answered, “No.” “Well it is hard” I huffed. “I will call you when I am done.” End of conversation. Back to the carpet, I re-measured, picked up
the knife, got ready to make the cut and the phone rang. Amy. I
was certain it was her. I became a
Christian at a young age, but that did not prevent the stream of not so nice
words from coursing through my head.
“What do you want?” I yelled as I picked up the phone. Thankfully, it was Amy. I could hear her laughing on the other
end. Amy the pest.
I think it is good to remember people as they really
are, “warts and all.” After a loved one
passes, it is easy to focus on all the positives of their personality, which is
fine, but it is also ok to remember the rest.
My friend Amy was a wonderful person, giving, compassionate, and a highly
skilled RN respected and loved by her colleagues and patients. But, Amy could be a pest. In fact she enjoyed it, even after we were
adults. Whenever the phone rang after
midnight my husband would hand it over without even looking at the caller
ID. He knew it was Amy. She lived in CA, and I was still in NY. Each time I answered she would say the same
thing, “What are you doing? Were you
sleeping?” I could feel her smiling
through the phone. Amy was a pest, and I
loved her for it.
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