Tired of My Company-Meaning Me!

Dear Reader:

Usually me, myself, and I get along pretty well. I actually kind of like myself after all these years (forgive the pun but I have grown accustomed to myself). I am not as hard on myself as I once was or as judgmental. I have thoroughly learned to  enjoy all the blessed time (since retirement) to finally learn more about myself than I knew in my younger days.

If the title visual is right (and most times I agree with the philosophy of the statement in it)….”You Are Exactly Where You Are Supposed to Be” then I should be able to enjoy myself just “being” and not always having to “do”  to justify my existence.

So what happened to bring on this reverse feeling of boredom with myself…my television stopped working! At 3:40 a.m. December 26 the clock on my computer box froze. I thought it was probably just a power surge and the television (which didn’t turn on that morning) would work itself out.

After several hours I called my cable office and they explained there had been an area network interruption (which told  me nothing) but that most of the homes affected had been restored. I told them mine hadn’t.

Early the next morning I was the first customer in line at their  new office. I found myself having  to sign in on a big screen… giving all kinds of information to them before passing “GO” to the next station (where I finally saw a human being.)

Excitedly  I told her what had happened the day before. How I had called customer service and they had walk-talked me through several scenarios with no luck…even with a re-boot. She calmly said that it appeared I needed cable man assistance. (I thought to myself “You Think?” but quietly said nothing until she told me that the first  slot would not be available until late Saturday afternoon around 6.)

“Whoah…..wait a minute! I have already been without a television for two days and nights and now I have to go another night and day…do you know my Clemson Tigers are playing Saturday night…that is cutting it close if there is a problem that needs a lot of fixing.”

She just repeated the time and asked if that suited. Slumped in defeat I nodded and walked out.

I didn’t want to admit to her or anyone else initially that I didn’t think I could take myself another night and day…the days and nights seemed so long…and strangely eerily quiet. That much quiet was starting to get to me.

I remembered the scripture “Be still and know that I am God.” I reassured God I did know Who He was and truly appreciated Who He Was…but the being still part was wearing thin.

I found myself doing chores I normally put off as long as possible…like paying bills early, redecorating with some of my new Christmas gifts, talking with friends I haven’t seen in ages…craving the human voice contact…cleaning the kitchen from all the festivities, changing the sheets on my bed, etc. To tell you the truth I am exhausted! I have never worked so hard continuously over a three day period.

Finally at nearly 6 o’clock… as  darkness descended last evening…I saw the cable truck. I literally flew out of the house waving my arms in jubilation..afraid he would pull off before coming in. (It is a wonder he didn’t do just that …frightened by the crazy lady  jumping around in the yard waving her arms.)

The nicest guy…he was tired, over-worked, hadn’t eaten since 6 that morning, and had been told to go to another house (45 minutes away from mine) before coming to me. He refused since he was 8 minutes from me. I told him I was eternally grateful…the balked orders and him coming on anyway was appreciated beyond measure.

As usual the visit took maybe 5 minutes…without even using the remote he hit one button in the back of the set…a couple of more in the front and bingo- I had lift-off. I was so thankful I began gathering left over Christmas sweets and putting them in a bag for him. He was quite appreciative…he was so hungry!

So all’s well that ends well…but I have learned some new things  about me…a little quiet goes a long way with moi, I am my own worst enemy when it comes to exhausting myself from too much home busyness and I am a social “being”…I love being around other humans…especially hearing and conversing with human voices.

So until tomorrow…Blessed be the noisemakers…loud grandchildren, a dash of chaos, and a spoonful of craziness. Welcome to my world and my recipe for happiness!

“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

12:25 a.m.***Be careful what you wish for it might come true– (Monkey’s Paw) That game last night between Clemson and Ohio State had enough chaos, noisemaking moments and craziness to last me a long time. I figure if my heart kept beating through all that I was good for awhile.

Tommy, Look what the Tigers gave you for a birthday gift-a hard fought victory…it sure didn’t come easy! A birthday you will remember for a long time.

I hung my “Clemson outfit” up intact to hang until the final game. And Sam and Donna…I pulled out my orange nose…I am ready!

I think I need about two days of sleep to recover…Good night…er… Good morning everyone!

December babies rejoice!

Today is my youngest son’s birthday…we nicknamed him “Deduction Dingle” since he came just in the nick of time to claim his “being” for that year’s taxes. 🙂

It is not easy being a December birthday baby…especially after Christmas. Every one is pretty much gifted out and even sweet-toothed out …so usually (when Tommy was little) I took him and perhaps a friend to the movies and some fast food place the children liked at the time and kept it pretty simple.

It was also the time when I came up with the idea of a jar of change to give him…that I had saved throughout the year. Today he still loves his ‘jar of change’…he might be a lawyer now…but finding out how much change is in the jar each year is  an annual highlight. I love it! Good luck! Of course if/when 🙂 Clemson wins…that will be a great present also! 🙂 🙂 🙂 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!



About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to Tired of My Company-Meaning Me!

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    Happy Birthday to Tommy….


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