Days ago I wrote that I wasn’t going to complain about recent happenings. And really, I am past complaining, well in to the ‘all one can do is laugh’ stage.
So I had a series of small mishaps yesterday. And then Ladybug came home. She closed the door behind her. In a normal, non-violent way. She took a step into the house and the glass shattered in the front door. Those of you who have been here will recall that most of the entire front door is glass.
I called the landlord and did my best to explain that it just broke. That we weren’t playing indoor hockey, or fighting with redneck, half-toothed boyfriends or anything. It just broke.
This month, the glass just broke along with the fridge, the dryer, the deep freeze, Ladybug’s windshield and my car. And the pipes, the water heater, the neon sign and the ice machine at work. Not to mention countless tiny problems in communication and household things.
Now I’m not saying nothing good has happened recently, because good things certainly have happened, but you’d have to do some pretty serious convincing to prove to me that there’s balance in the universe right now. But I am thinking positively. I mean, we must be generating a serious stockpile of good luck right now.
And really, I guess I’m not explaining the complexity of each situation. For instance, while taping cardboard over the door (to keep the 30 degree temps out until boards could be put up), I tried to cut out a bit of the cardboard around the lock (you know, so we could still use the door) and the scissors completely broke in my hand. As I rushed off, late for work, leaving poor Ladybug to finish taping up the cardboard, the packing tape dispenser completely broke in her hand (we couldn’t even find the duct tape). With each new, small disaster, things have gone much the same. As if it isn’t enough for something to break, it has to also be unusually complicated to deal with after it has broken.
And so once again begins a day when I would like to set out and run some errands but am, instead, sitting around waiting for someone to come fix something that is broken. I have plenty of work to do here, I guess, but really I am too agitated to focus. I suspect I won’t feel calm in my house until I have a front door again. Nor will I be going anywhere. I’ll just sit here feeling anxious and stressy. Maybe I should have some more coffee.