Just as I hit the submit button on my “gratitude blog” yesterday, a pipe burst in the ceiling of Evan’s room, black stinking liquid gushing through his ceiling fan and the air vents in the walls, then traveling through the air vents to my art studio.
If there is such a thing as “The Secret”, I suppose I’m not very good at it.
This is what was dripping on us from the ceiling. I hopefully asked Troy, “Am I being too Pollyanna to think we might have struck oil and are going to be millionaires?” (Oh but oil doesn’t smell like this) Demolition crews are on the way to rip out the ceilings in Evan’s room and my art studio. Carpets are already gone.
Troy and I were feeling very, very beat down yesterday. Depressed. And it happened to be our son Taylor’s 21st birthday. (Sorry for the crappy birthday, Tay) But you know…we keep reminding each other, we have love, and we have our health. All the crap that’s happened to us is just a huge hassle. My friend Anita lies in a hospital bed fighting for her life. Now that’s a problem.
So we keep trudging…through the muck. Literally.
I have no explanation except that life is just a freekin’ rollercoaster ride. What can we do but make the best of it? Hands in the air everybody…Here we gooooooo….