one more thing . . .

Things fell off the shelf and down onto the metal table and range. My heart stopped. My breath held. I waited for the shattering of glass but none came. Creaaak. Creaaak. I jumped to my feet, scrambling for my glasses as my heart went from zero to 120. I stood beside the bed and waited. Creeaaak. Creeeaak. Creeaaak. For Gods Sake! It came to me that Himself was out there jacking up the corner of the cabin while I was asleep in bed! About that time, down came two or three more “pretties” from the wall. Startled out of my disbelief that someone would actually level a cabin with a sleeping person inside, I climbed up on the chair and took down all the breakables. I heard noises outside and knew that Himself was pushing a block or board under the cabin and heaved a sigh of relief. It was over. I breathed again. My heart slowed. I went and poured a cup of coffee.

Creeeaak. Creeeaak. SH__! Now he is jacking up the middle! I very precisely sat the cup of coffee in the middle of the table as tho an earthquake was imminent or as a drunken person might sit down a glass, making sure it wouldn’t spill then stood in the center of the cabin as I thought “nothing can come down and kill me here.” I waited for him to be done, to slide the blocks under the cabin wall. As I heard those welcome sounds, I let out the breath that I had been holding just as the cabin crashed back to the original position. The walls and floor boards groaned and slid slowly back into place and pans, light fixtures and pretties all rattled around again. The blocks had slipped out from under again! My heart dropped from my throat and bounced off my diaphragm. The whole cabin was going to come down around me.

I ran out on the porch. What on earth are you doing? I (probably) shrieked! Himself had a smirk about him but calmly told me he was leveling the cabin as he started in again to jack up the middle. I was angry – and speechless. I stood there on the porch debating whether it was better to be standing underdressed on the front porch in front of God and everyone or inside where I might be killed.

With the cool, morning air finally making the decision for me, I bounded back inside, shaking, quaking and furious! I threw on my clothes. I secured more objects. I paced the floor. I heard the blocks go under the cabin. I didn’t know whether to let down my guard or not. I wondered if the blocks would hold or go. I fumed and paced and stewed. Himself took his time in coming in and a good thing too. As angry as I can get, I am too quick to forget. By the time Himself came in and cooked me a good, hearty breakfast, I could almost laugh at the situation. I could almost see the humor. . .