In the course of human events, it sometimes becomes necessary to take a deep breath, put a margarita in the blender and remind yourself that the universe doesn't have anything against you personally. Sometimes the universe just finds your name in its Rolodex more often than you would like.
After a week of family drama that has turned into the year's continuing saga, I looked forward to Memorial Day weekend. I wanted to ply some yarn, finish some socks, and read a book. Simple enough desires. None of the pleasures seemed too extravagant as to be impossible.
Then it happened. Massive water leak. Source unknown. Hubby pretending to be LSI (Leak Scene Investigator). Promises to fix leak made and broken. Air conditioner giving up the ghost. Waking up with sweat film for three days because air conditioner not repaired despite assurances to the contrary.
After a week, Hubby determined that I should phone about the broken promises. Let us be clear. Hubby is a practiced complainer. When he is unhappy, every molecule in his body demonstrates that fact. When he complains, people will promise any course of action necessary to shut him up and to keep him from ever returning. I do get nervous in restaurants, however, wondering if my dinner contains any biological additives courtesy of either the chef or waiter due to Hubby’s complaints.
After convincing Hubby of his magical powers of complaint, he went off to get things fixed. Within 24 hours we had HOT water, cold air, and no leak. I got to sit down with my book and my knitting. I actually made progress on two different pairs of socks. Photo gallery will appear as soon as I find that little cord with the funny ends to plug the camera into my computer.
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