Every year has a theme. The theme of this year is Murphy. In things great and small, if it can go wrong, it does.
In our house endeavor it manifested in several ways, but one of the more annoying was having to hire two people for every job, and having the first one either not do the work, do the work wrong, cost us money by forcing us to redo the work and other work (the most notable being cabinet painter who splattered the floors all over.) We might be in the middle of one of these, btw.
On the upside, the second person we hired almost always was competent, fast and honest, even if often very expensive.
And the second time I did a job — on average — the stain didn’t assume strange hues and the varnish didn’t curdle. Which gives me great hope.
We’ve now redone and sold five houses in the last 37 years. We’ve never had this much trouble, not even the first time.
It also manifests day to day, like right after I landed and was starting to work again I got sick, and it’s taking me forever to come up from it. I blame some fans/friends I hang out with online. I mean, all they had was a nasty cold, but I don’t know how I caught it.
Seriously, Dave Freer and I used to pass colds to each other when we talked every morning. Given that we were on opposite sides of the world, after the fourth time it happened it led us to question the nature of space/viruses and reality. Because that stuff shouldn’t happen.
So, if you’re sick, please breathe away from the monitor, just in case 🙂
Anyway today’s murphiness manifested in the form of poo on my bedspread from the fluffy and unhygienic cat. (This is a great name for a rock band: Unhygienic cat.) Oh and some cat (I suspect Valeria who is the spiteful one. You need a brain for spite) having turned my lap desk upside down and peed on the under side. Anyone need a pair of mittens and a matching fur hat?
I think part of what’s working on them is how confusing and messy the house is. Which means I need to unpack faster. But I have books to finish.
All of which will undoubtedly feed murphy some more….
This ramble brought to you by “I bathed my cat and washed my bedspread, and all I’ve got left is an empty brain.”
Oh, yeah “And I’m really starting to worry for national events and that the butcher’s bill will start being collected any minute now.” …. and I still own houses in two states.
So forgive me this very weird post.
At least this year is almost over. If we’re lucky, the theme of the next one won’t be “Things go wrong and can’t be fixed.”
And yet, despite it all, for what we’re about to receive let us be truly thankful.
And FIDO (F*ck it, Drive on.) Which is the only way to deal with Murphy, temporary or permanent.