2014: Going out with a bang?

pessimist 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…

KA*POW!

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.

woman_begging So, honestly, 2014… ENOUGH! PLEASE!

I give up. Just go away and leave us alone.

About Nya Rawlyns

Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul. It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true. Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.

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