My mother’s birthday was this weekend; Saturday to be exact. I forgot to call her until Sunday. But let me backtrack a bit. First of all, I came home from a very good business meeting Friday night, to discover that my window had been blown in.

For those who haven’t been keeping tabs on me in twitter or face book, my front kitchen window got busted about a month ago by a neighbor’s kid from two buildings away. The parents, who you could look at and tell aren’t the responsible type, wanted to tell me it’s an accident and be off the hook.

I told them that that was not my problem, the broken window is, and that they would have to take it up with the owner. The following day, I called the police, because I just had a feeling, you know? I just felt that I needed it documented. Sure enough, I was right, because although the woman admitted responsibility to the officer, they have done absolutely nothing towards getting the window fixed.

The owner went over several times and spoke to them, and at first, he thought they would take care of it, because he knows their family. The last time he went there, her brother or the father of the kids got loud and belligerent with him, and apparently scared him to some degree.

I caught the kid in our yard again after already warning him to stay away by threat of calling the police, and my friend went over and spoke to her about it. Later, her brother also came over and got loud and belligerent at my door about my friend coming over to speak to his sister, even though my friend clearly told her he was not trying to be rude. I simply called the police, who then got her complete name for me for the owner, and informed them that their kids were not to be trespassing for any reason on the property where I live.

So needless to say, these people lived up to exactly what I saw in them, and have done nothing to replace the window. I called the owner, who intends to sue them, and told him on Saturday that I cannot have the window open like this, as it is a security threat and we are in storm season. I told him I would have to notify a government agency if it did not get replaced immediately.

He called Sunday and gave me the name and number of the guy who he hired to replace the glass. That guy came by yesterday. So that was the start of the crazy weekend. I’m not done with this subject, but I’ll be back to it.

Then Saturday, I’m home with my son, and we decided that we needed some more bread, as we wanted to make some sandwiches; and maybe some milk and baking soda for the kitty litter. I wanted my son to walk around the block and basically across the street to Walgreens to get it. He insisted that he wanted to ride his bike to the grocery store down the street, because he said he needed the exercise and was tired of being in the house.

Since he had been before several times without issue, I okayed it, and he left. Little did I know that he went on the bike in flip flops. Naturally, he had an accident. According to him, the bike tire slipped on a puddle somehow and he went down in an awky way on his foot, injuring his big toe.

I couldn’t understand this because it was 95 degrees in the shade that day, so I’m wondering where he could have possibly encountered a puddle of water, because I couldn’t see how any puddle could have survived that humidity. It had rained the night before in Miami, while I was at the meeting, but I never noticed any remnants of rain when I got home, and it didn’t rain afterwards, nor the next day at any time.

So if there had been a puddle it had to be in a pothole in the road, and logic would question why he would ride through a pothole. Nevertheless, whatever happened, my son came home with a severely swollen big toe which looked like it could possibly be broken.

Not wanting to face the possibility of a $2k bill in the emergency room, I waited and iced his foot for the night. If it was broken, it wasn’t an unusual looking break with any funny position or protrusions. So I waited until the following day, and just kept it wrapped and iced. So needless to say, we missed church on Saturday night, and I missed my Freed-up financial class at church on Sunday morning.

However, about midday on Sunday, I realized that the swelling had not gone down any. I tried checking to see if any clinics were open, as Medicaid had disowned me like an unwanted stepchild, and I had yet to file the application for the Florida Kid Care program. It suddenly occurred to me to file it immediately, so I went online and did an application, getting a confirmation number if needed. Since the county’s general hospital has to take everyone, regardless of insurance coverage, I took lil man there; and upon xrays and exam, we discovered, (expensively I might add) that his toe is not broken.

They did tell me that he may have a small fracture or hairline fracture and that their xray machines can only pick up large ones. Their radiologist could better identify that in the morning, but I figured having me come in in the morning to check was their way of getting me into the financial office to see about payment.

Since they only took a signed document from me authorizing them to check with DCF on my Kid Care application, I didn’t want to rock the boat. I figure I can follow up with a doctor at one of the clinics my friends referred me to. My son has been walking around with the splint, and not complaining about his leg, so he’s fine.

So back to the front window. After the guy showed up yesterday to measure the window, he left, with us thinking that he was going to go get the glass and return later in the day. So we took all the taped up broken glass out of the window, as part of it was falling down anyways, and it was really windy yesterday, so it kept getting blown in.

Now yesterday was another issue I almost forgot about. Fire rescue, an ambulance and the police showed up yesterday morning. I looked out my window and saw them, and thought it was another issue with the newborn next door.

Later, my lights started flickering and I went outside to see if FPL was working on something, as it wasn’t raining. Turns out, a palm tree in the back was touching the line, and it was firing off like a canon, sending my neighbors from the back apartment running to the parking lot in fear.

We called FPL, and their attitude was a bit too relaxed for me. They indicated that they would send a truck out whenever one happened to be “in the area,” and “available.” Well that could be all day! We had fireballs running along the line, and this was their attitude. So…I called channel 10 and reported it.

Well next thing you know, a truck shows up 20 minutes later from FPL. They turned off the power and just disappeared for about 3-4 hours. So we had to go outside, where at least it was a bit windy, and certainly cooler than the sauna that was the inside of the apartment.

All that was fixed, but my son and I went without the electric for hours more because we expected the window guy to come back with the glass. After several calls and messages to him, he called back to say that he had to order the glass, and might possibly be able to get it today to put back in the window.

So I sent my son to the storage room to find the longest cardboard box he could find, so we could stuff that into the window and be able to turn the ac on without so much air floating out.

Well that worked, but we couldn’t close the blinds, so there went privacy, and I woke up this morning to a thunder storm. Great. And look what I read as I start my inspiration for the day:

Welcome problems as perspective lifters. My children tend to sleepwalk through their days until they bump into an obstacle that stymies them. If you encounter a problem with no immediate solution, your response to that situation will take you either up or down. You can lash out at the difficulty, resenting it and feeling sorry for yourself. This will take you down into a pit of self-pity. Alternatively, the problem can be a ladder, enabling you to climb up and see your life from My perspective. Viewed from above, the obstacle that frustrated you is only a light and momentary trouble. Once your perspective has been heightened, you can look away from the problem altogether. Turn towards Me, and see the Light of My Presence shining upon you.

I just thought this was funny, because when I went back and looked at all that has occurred in the last four days, it just looked like one could perceive it as a mountain, or maybe several mountains of problems, but I never looked at it that way at all.

My friend Jemma says I’m the calmest person she knows. For me, everything is just a part of the flow of things to be dealt with, and really no big deal. Again, for those who don’t know, my motto is, “God’s got me. What me worry?”

So let it storm. I know that He will keep the wind and rain from hitting that open window, until that glass gets replaced. He will take care of that $2k hospital bill, which is why I went ahead and took my son without a lot of worry. The electric was a simple fix once the news station was called, but of course, FPL tried to cover by claiming a need for more “resources” to fix the problem. Whatever.

Plus, I got a chance to talk to my neighbors, and do a demo for each of them, showing them the fantastic product my company has put into the market. It all works out. I’m like Seinfeld…“Even Steven.” Actually, I’ve got it better than that…I’ve got God, so my situations always work out better than just breaking even. Peace and blessings.