Diving Timing

I'm still processing from yesterday. I'm unpacking how a man who seemed so perfect, from afar, pretty much imploded the second I put forth a boundary about what I needed. I can't put out any information about why I know what I know about him. I gotta protect my co-conspirator. But what really hits me is how much this all fell apart perfectly. A few weeks back, something in my spirit kept telling me that I needed to ask him about some things. I figured that asking at the moment was futile, because we'd never met personally, and I was possibly putting the cart before the horse. But that nagging feeling knew that I needed answers. And once he had his lil tantrum, all of his dirt came out in the wash.

Which brings me to today. I'm so grateful to be able to wake up whenever I want. No rushing to take my son to school or his intern site. I'm free! Anyway, I stirred this morning, when I heard the garbage truck rolling down my street. At that exact same time, Pumpkin heard the truck too, and he hurried to take our full bin to the street in time for collection. I was glad and a bit marveled at how perfectly that timed up. 

Moments later, I looked my window, and saw my neighbor outside, taking down the last remnants of my chain link fence in front of my house. I've hated that stupid fence since I got here. It's rusted and keeps me from neatly cutting my grass by it. I'd resigned myself to its presence, a sign of the times when my neighborhood was not nearly as safe, not the gentrifying neighborhood that it currently is. I'd figured that I'd have to eventually hire someone to remove it, I'd just lacked the time and desire to get it done. Until I'd looked online and learned that I could grab some pliers and start slowly untying it. I'd gotten roughly 75% of the fence down and rolled up. My neighbor saw the mess I'd started and agreed to help me cut down the last of the fence.

Then I would be stuck with getting rid of the metal parts of the fence. I was told that I could an ad up, informing scrappers that I had metal they could take, but I didn't want random people all showing up at my house and I didn't want to put my address online. I would also need someone who could cut or pull those last stakes from the fence out of the ground. I figured I'd cross that bridge when I got to it.

I got up when I saw my neighbor cutting out the last of that eyesore. Finally! I can cut my grass and no longer be interrupted by that stupid fence. I grabbed sweats and walked outside, where I saw that my neighbor had rolled it up. And almost magically, just as he'd rolled it up, a junkman literally pulled up and helped to load it up. I thanked him immensely, marveling at how he'd seemed to pull up with almost immaculate timing. I told him that I also had some 30 foot poles in the back, that he'd need to cut down.

I then told him that he could also have the 6 poles that were in the ground. He went and produced a saw that he was able to use to pull out all of the metal poles.

I was grateful for the man who took that eyesore off of my hands. But I couldn't help but notice his timing. What are the odds that a man looking for scrap metal would literally drive past my home just the second that my fence was ready to be rolled up, and we were outside. And he also had the tools to take down the last of the posts. 

I felt there was a lesson in this, and the lesson extends from yesterday. As I woke up with further thoughts about what the hell happened in that moment, my angels again reminded me of how they're right on time. Because again with zero intervention on my part, the exact right person showed up exactly when I needed them.

I gotta remember to sit back and be grateful.