Tom Sonday

This hasn’t been a good year for me. In addition to my heart breaking, the following items have broken or required serious repair, all since Tom’s death:

My car
Furnace (that was Monday’s joy — there weren’t enough cats on the bed to keep me warm Sunday night)
A tooth (from stress-related clenching of my jaw, imagine that!)
Water pump (which leaked ruining two walls and the carpet in Tom’s office)
Mixer (not that I use it or any other kitchen appliance much)
Kitchen faucet (I was so amazed when it fell off in my hand that it took several seconds to notice the water shooting out)
Wheelbarrow
Telephone
Internet
Leaf blower (this one literally went up in smoke)
Dishwasher (it only gets run about once a week now, so it really can’t be tired)
Refrigerator
Ancient pontoon boat

Today workmen were tearing out the walls damaged by the pump issue, until they encountered wood they suspect had been a dining hall for termites. Whether the critter cafe was open a while ago or is still serving is beyond their knowledge, so I’m now waiting for a pest control person to visit. I hope he can find room to park in the driveway between Comcast’s weekly visit, the furnace repair guy, and the workmen tearing down the other walls.

But hey, I’m laughing. Perhaps a bit maniacally, but laughing nonetheless. Things in southwest Michigan really suck for lots of people — at least I’m blessed with a house where everything can go wrong.

And not everything has gone wrong (yet.) In making the list of what’s broken in just the last two months, I realized it may be faster to make a list of what hasn’t broken / gone wrong … yet.

“Plague of locusts” needs to be on the list; although I’m sure it is only a matter of time …