East Coast – The Carolinas – Cary, NC

The plan to write more often has not been achieved.  I’m still battling bedbugs and visits from the exterminator which means packing up stuff before he comes, then unpacking stuff and doing lots of laundry after he leaves.  It’s exhausting.  The best way to handle bedbugs is don’t get them.  They are ridiculously difficult to get rid of.

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2010 Christmas Card

Back to happier times. . . the next stop on my RAT was Cary, North Carolina.  I arrived late Sunday, December 14 and stayed in the Windsor by Wyngate near the arena.  Don’t be fooled by the regal sounding name. I was here to visit Laurene and her family (husband, Doug, daughter, Julianna, and pet dog, Snickerdoodle). We met at work in Colorado Springs, CO several years ago.  Laurene and her husband are native New Yawk-ers (like me!) and there is always an instant bond between New Yawk-ers! They moved to Cary, NC about 6 years ago.

LC Paint to winWe always laughed a lot together, even during difficult situations, and managed to entertain each other on the job. In fact, I do believe I was once instructed to stay away from her desk because I was keeping her from doing her work. Haters gotta hate. Laurene is a great storyteller shared some of her incredibly interesting experiences with me which I enjoyed through gales of laughter.  Some of the experiences weren’t funny at the time, but she made me laugh when telling the story nonetheless.

Another amazing skill she has–the girl can cook! But, she can’t sew.  Laurene is petite and every pair of pants she ever bought was too long for her.   We had this deal: Laurene would give me one homemade genuine Italian meatball for each pant leg I hemmed for her.  Reminds me of The Wedding Singer getting paid in meatballs for singing lessons.  Worked out well for both of us.

Their new home in Cary is lovely and it was a joy to see them all.  One room in the house is filled with a cardboard box fort.  What a fun and unique playground for their daughter and her friends!  I was sorry post-trip that I didn’t take any pictures.  I was so wrapped up in traveling and visiting that I rarely thought about pictures. Now I wish it had been a priority.  I’ll never see a fort like that again.

Laurene and Doug had to work the next day and Julianna had to go to school, so I kept my visit short.  Even though we hadn’t been together for many years, our friendship crosses miles and time and we had no trouble filling every minute with conversation.  They talked about maybe someday moving back to Colorado.  I hope they are there by the time I visit this summer.

A Bump in the Road

How do people keep up with blogging?  Really.  Being alive takes time and energy even when nothing is going on.  Add social engagements, fulfilling obligations, or promises to help anyone and the agenda becomes unmanageable.  And there is always more than one more thing to do, book to read, place to go.  Once I subscribed to a blog and the author wrote 3 times a day!  In spite of best intentions and great plans, I can’t get it together to write once a month!

Several weeks ago, one of the women in my Bible study called me about an hour before our study was to begin.  As long as I know her, she has drama in her life. Drama is her middle name.  This time the drama was: we’re moving to another state in a week, have to leave the place we’re living in TONIGHT and that’s why “I won’t be coming to Bible study”.

I read in her words a cry for help.  She did not ask me to help but I barged in to solve a problem that was not mine.  I arranged to stay with my brother and SIL in their guest bedroom and gave up my apartment to this woman and her family (husband and 3 kids). They arrived with 3 large storage containers, numerous bags of clothing and linen, luggage, infant seats, etc, etc.

Eight days later they boarded a plane for the east coast and I was so happy to return to my bed.  But not for long because the next night my daughter came into town for a visit and I gave up the bedroom to her and I slept on pull out bed in the living room. That’s when the fun began.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Over the course of the next 15 days, I was bitten 28 times during my sleep.  Bedbugs.  I won’t bore you details about:

    • research done on these parasitical suckers

http://ohsimply.com/7-natural-ways-to-get-rid-of-bed-bugs/
http://m.wikihow.com/Get-Rid-of-Bed-Bugs http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2014/11/sleeping-tight-bed-bugs-started-bite/ http://www.theawl.com/2010/08/how-i-fought-bedbugs-and-won

    • expense of various non-toxic methods employed to eliminate the bugs
    • expense of homeopathic methods for treating the bites from which I suffered an allergic reaction
    • time traveling to numerous stores to buy the various supplies needed to eliminate and treat
    • numerous loads of laundry–always hot water and high heat for drying!
    • sleepless nights
    • preparing for arrival of exterminator

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Suffice it to say that I was CONSUMED with the task for over 3 weeks.  In the end, I spent big bucks to hire an exterminator to be as sure as I could be that “they” were gone. One can only hope.

I have not suffered unto death

I do not have any unforgiveness in my heart towards the family I helped.  I had forgotten they had bedbugs. Even if I had remembered that they had bedbugs several months before, I did not have enough knowledge to realize that I was at risk when they moved their worldly possessions into my home.They did not, I’m sure, intentionally bring the bedbugs and probably thought they had eliminated the problem.

Was it a mistake to volunteer to help?  What was my motivation for doing so?  Is the lesson to learn wait for people to ASK for help?  Is that the high road?

I’m not sorry I gave up my home to them.  We hold on too tightly to things and God wants us to love and bless people with everything He gives to us.  Though I question whether or not I was actually hearing from God when I “solved” their problem, what was done was not a bad thing. And it really did help them out.

As to the expense to eradicate and treat, I’m blessed that I have the money to take care of it.  God provided.  I was inconvenienced and a little uncomfortable for a short time.  It’s been 11 nights without a bite and about 7 days of deep and restful sleep.  Now I can get back to reliving my R.A.T. adventures.

Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite!