Let’s see….
Minor oral surgery for Giggles that will pull her molars down so they don’t impact upon her other teeth, which would be painful and require teeth to be pulled. So, bands get put on the teeth under the gums and wires yank those suckers gently down and out.
The dryer finally gave up it’s last gasp, frankly after 15 years of abuse by our household, I’m amazed it lasted that long. We are so not easy to live with. The Dishwasher bit the dust last fall after only 5 ½ years. Wimpy appliances.
The awning that spans part of our back deck buckled under the weight of the bazillion tons of snow that landed on it last month. Those aluminum supports caved like G.W.’s thought capacity.
The shed roof is leaking, which is really a good excuse to dump the boxes of stuff we’ve tossed into its gaping maw for years, feeding the hungry beasty of material gathering, all the while pretending that there are precious possessions in those boxes that we need! Despite not opening those boxes in 10 odd years.
Several panels of our privacy fence fell over into my flower beds during the last few storms, which need to be replaced if I don't want my idiot dog to go tromping through the neighbors yard to face off with the really annoying and constantly barking German Shepard living on the other side of that fence. I think the Shepard could take the idiot dog in seconds and then there would be tears and all sorts of drama.
There might be a leak in our roof. I say might because we haven’t actually braved checking in the attic to be certain, for fear it will be oh so painful to face the possible reality of a roof leak than to speculate on whether there could be one. We are so brave like that.
That about sums up the past few weeks and the absolute beating our family finances are taking.
My BlogHer 2010 budget has been consumed by these dollar gobbling life things but that is just the way it goes. It would have been fun and awesome and all kinds of wonderful to go, because it is close by in NY this year, but I just can’t justify the cost at this time. I want to, I could state all manner of nifty creative reasons why I should, but my conscious taps me not so gently on the noggin, more of a bitch slap really. Dammit.
I will definitely read all about it and sulk just a little for not being there.
As I whine and bemoan my terrible state of woe, I remind myself that this really is not suffering. Not even remotely close. Because there are men, women and children recently devastated in Haiti and Chile by random monster Earthquakes that destroyed their homes, their neighborhoods and some of their family.
The shit I was bitching about way up there? NOTHING compared to what is going on elsewhere. Miniscule in the big picture to what folks here in our own backyard are coping with every damn day.
We are employed, insured, mostly healthy, roofs over our heads, food in the kitchen with soft beds to sleep in.
FORTUNATE
GRATEFUL
I am those things in spades. Everything else is just surface drama.
2 comments:
Excellent, wonderful post. I am missing Blogher as well, even though it's right across the dang river. But there's so much to be grateful for - we really are lucky.
What a great reminder, really. Although I think I would be FAR less calm about having a dryer die; with six people in my family, that would be a true travesty.
But still, not so much, you know?
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