Let’s pretend, just for today, that if you were to check the dinky print on the heading of my blog, underneath where I wrote “attitude is a choice” you will see: *unless of course it involves a squirrel. And this squirrel is making me crazy! He wakes me up every day! I’m so irritated! This gosh-dern squirrel has been relentless. . . It all started innocently enough about 4 or 5 months ago when I first heard the distinct sound of the pitter-patter of little feet running back and forth above my head in the crawl space attic. Then scratching, and digging sounds and oh my goodness there is a freakin’ critter up there! The mornings at dawn were the worst! Scratch – scratch – scratch! Dig – dig – dig! Run – run – run! It woke me from a sound sleep constantly. Lord have mercy. I called the HOA (home owners association) shared my story of woe and they sent out a Pest Control Company. Now, I do not know what this Pest Control Company normally does, but, to my dismay, after a few weeks, six visits and setting traps and checking traps and trying different food in traps, the Pest Control Company simply could not control my personal pest! Grrr! In the mean time, as I was on my lap top, my internet went out. OK, you might as well cut off my oxygen supply. Wait! Are you serious?! I can’t write a new post on my blog today!? Fine, I’ll watch a good movie on TV. Wait! No TV?! Are you serious?! Cable Guys searched everywhere to find the problem. Two visits later, the Cable Guy went up into the crawl space. (Uh-oh! Yikes – I didn’t even think of that one. Sorry Cable Guys.) Turns out my determined squirrel ate through the internet cable. I went about a week with out internet – no access to my blog – no access to job search and filling out more applications. And dare I say, no Facebook? Oh wait – I do have a blackberry! Sheesh! That one was close! So – more and more days go by and I am still being woken up by Rocky the Squirrel as I feel my heavy discontent form over my body as if it was trying to make a mold for my personal wax figure. I see Rocky again, but on the patio, I dash outside, grab the garden hose and squirt him! Yes! In the mean time, the Pest Control Company that can not control this pest, showed up for their 7th visit. That is when they finally found the hole in the roof wall where Rocky the Squirrel was getting in and out. (By the way, this visit number 7 was about four weeks ago.) A temporary wire cover was hammered over the hole. I was completely unaware that this really irritated Rocky! How was I supposed to know he was watching the whole time? Now, at the same times and at the same spot, I could still hear him. He was plucking and plucking and tugging and scratching at the make-shift temporary wire that was blocking his entrance to his favorite place. He was obsessed! In the middle of the night or at dawn – plucking and tugging and scratching – I would be forced out of my bedroom one more time and I’d climb into the small bed on the loft when Rocky woke me up. I could never get back to sleep. I had become obsessed, irritated, restless and discontent – out of control with my thoughts and frustrated from being woken up one more time – I start to plan the demise of the crazy Rocky the Squirrel. I had a great idea! The next day I gathered a few small rocks and put them in a pile on my balcony – each time I heard my personal intruder I’d jump and run – run – run! to my little pile of rocks and throw them one at a time with all my might yelling at Rocky as he sat there looking at me as I missed him with each missile launch of my rock ammunition. Rocky is not afraid of rocks!? What the heck! That squirrel is crazy! He even sat still when I took his picture on my roof! But I am determined to win! The next day I gathered more rocks, quickly, I hid a pile in the corner of my balcony just like a squir – – – Now wait just a cotton pickin’ second! Have I gone mad with my obsession? Have I become so stubborn that I refuse to let a squirrel run me out of my bedroom even though I am not getting enough sleep?! You bet I have. I have become the relentless, stubborn, crazy, obsessed squirrel. Only I gather rocks instead of acorns. I have been fighting and fighting – so determined to have it my way and obsessively planning and scheming and thinking and believing I can change this frustrating squirrel. I know I can win!! It will be a fight to the finish! Geeze – how is this battle different from any other one I’ve ever had long ago? Can I change any one or any thing? No. Can I change myself and my attitude? Yes. Surrender to win, Julie. You would never swim against a rip tide would you? You swim across it to get out to the calmer safe water. All I need to do is be gentle with myself – surrender, accept, and sleep on the beautiful loft. Let Rocky be who he was designed to be. And you Ms. Julie, you go back to being who God intended you to be – happy joyous and free.
Sweet dreams Rocky. I’ll see you tomorrow.