The Life of Lou Ruppert

I’ve been worried for months about the mirror on my bedroom door. It has four clear plastic clips that hold the whole thing on the wall. One of them broke when I was having a bad day. Because broken mirrors are not fun to clean up, I kept thinking about needing to fix it, every time I’d look in the mirror. I finally went to the local home improvement store today to try to find something that would serve the same purpose, and to my surprise, there is actually such a thing as 1/8″ clear plastic mirror clips! All this time, I could have secured the thing to my door reliably, but because I didn’t search earlier, I never knew. There’s got to be a lesson in there somewhere.

I spent tonight fixing a light in my church, since I am in charge of maintenance for the next two years, until I snap and resign, that is. I went to replace it, and the replacement I bought was too small. So I went to trade a bulb from a less conspicuous place, and the one in there went dead as I turned it on, then exploded and fell out of the socket. It was like being in a 1970s horror flick. I had to vacuum the floor, twist the broken pieces out of the evil socket, and run to the grocery store to buy an expensive replacement.

I got home from church late, grabbed a pizza, and checked my email, only to find out that someone just called to report that our slumlord’s leaky roof got water all into the nursery, and that someone broke one of the florescent light fixtures cleaning today. So instead of making food for our Easter potluck, tomorrow morning, I’ll be driving all over town, rushing to buy parts in time to repair the problems during the one hour window between when the home improvement stores open and when people start showing up to the church. If I can just hang in there for another twenty months, it’ll feel so good to be done with this.

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