June 21, 2025 Murphy's Law

Randy's often-quoted lament is "we just can't have nice things" every time something gets damaged or ruined. In the shop, with young "apprentices", this happens more often than he likes. In the house, well, we live there. It's not a showplace but I really like everything neat, clean, in good repair, and welcoming.

This past weekend, a full three days in a row, tested every last shred of patience and grit I had as, it seemed, everything that could go wrong, did. You've had days like that, right? I won't bore you with the laundry list, but suffice it to say, it was little things from the light switch in our relatively new refrigerator being broken off to the air conditioner taking a dump to a planned girls' weekend gone awry. The very last thing, I hope, was my vacuum cleaner literally falling apart...

At that point, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry...so I did both. You know that infamous "list" I've compiled for after the kitchen was done? I can now mark off a few of those, out of necessity, with a reminder to myself "make plans and God laughs". I kept Him very entertained!

So, the carpet is clean, the new vacuum assembled and in use, yada yada yada. I've never had a problem with fixing or replacing things, cleaning up, but when it's a seemingly endless process following a 2 1/2 week illness and jet lag, even the most flexible among us will crack!

Nothing a string of good nights' sleep won't cure.

Thanks for your tolerance. ☘

 

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