Roof leaks. Water pipes bust in walls. Water line to barn breaks.
Truck: tires, brake system, transmission, electrical system, fuel line…
Subaru: engine croaks, tires, brakes…
Horse trailer: multiple tires blow up.
Today, around 11am. Roofer shows up to look at the area where it’s leaking. He and firstborn head to the attic to check it out. I hear them walking up there and then…
Ro’s foot slips off the beam and down she comes, right through the ceiling. The beam caught her leg, halted the fall enough she grabbed hold and pulled herself back up.
This is what we’ve got in the living room:
I consider her lucky. If she’d fallen all the way, she could have been badly injured.
Clean-up has been a bitch as you might expect. We’re being careful with the insulation, of course. Hand picked the big clumps, shop vac’d the rest, then vacuumed. Scrubbed surfaces, washed throws.
Le sigh. I’m ready for a bracing libation and a fresh start.
So, honestly, 2014… ENOUGH! PLEASE!
I give up. Just go away and leave us alone.