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Some torches shouldn't pass

I woke up this morning to the staccato beat of raindrops on the metal fan vent. I started to enjoy the luxuriousness of a rainy day. I enjoy the peace they bring, the cooler temperatures, the snuggle factor they induce (cup of cocoa/coffee, your love, a blanket, a book, whatever you choose), and the calm enjoyment I get from sewing with the window open on a rainy day...

But then I started thinking about all the did I's or are there's...example:
Did I shut the car door all the way?
Did the kids bring the toys in from outside?
Are there things outside that shouldn't get wet?
Did the garage door get closed?

Arrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!

So I get out of my warm bed, and wander out into the rain into the garage. Barefoot I step into a large puddle of water. The garage rook leaks in two spots. The door is wide open and I can see the only thing the kids brought inside were the rakes. I turn to close the door and look at the source of the leaks. I realize that the roof will not make it through another rainy winter, and the bitch inside proceeds to rear her ugly head. As I tromp back to bed I find myself getting mad at my husband for not re-roofing this summer. Isn't that why we asked for an additional $500 off the price of the house, so we could afford a roof? Always putting stuff off, waiting to take care of job, and the bitch gets in my head and makes me more irritable. Sanity and calm stepped in my head for a moment and made me remember that we did not have the $$ to re-roof. We had already drained savings with the purchase of the house. Suppose, they said to me, you had re-roofed, then the car's water pump went out, then the rear differential. You would have practically emptied savings, and still had that car payment each month along with the bill to fix it. I start to feel better and let my feelings of frustration and resentment subside. Okay, it's no biggie we'll take care of it. But the bitch inside had just started to acquire her strength, and she wasn't giving up. She ran over sanity and calm with a big ole steam roller of anger, and I consequently I woke up "on the wrong side of the bed".

I explained to Derek that I thought we should re-roof the garage because it won't make it through the winter. He said that it'd propably run a few hundred, and perhaps we could tarp until then. Yeah, except that's not aesthetically pleasing and there's no way the community managers would let us. I told him that I wanted to go buy some large garbage cans to put under the leaks. He said why, there's a bucket out there? I didn't recall a bucket, it's supposed to rain all week, and I didn't want to be out there every few hours bailing water. And thus the bitch torch was passed...

Once you pass it, you can't take it back. That person is off and running with the bitch infiltrating their thoughts. You try to make the situation better, you change your attitude, but it's all in vain. Darn it!

posted by doingwhatilove @ 8:17 AM