Karmic ponderings
I know that the universe did us an amazing favour by letting us have this house. There was so much stacked against us winning it, but it came to us and we will always be grateful for that. We are paying for it now though, as though we used up all our karmic grace and are now in significant debt. So far in the last few weeks:
o my car has died.
o the new one had to go back twice for repairs in the first fortnight.
o the boiler has broken down three times (I'm waiting for the repair man to come today. The ambient temperature in here is currently twelve degrees.)
o Rae's car has died, though it's now working again. How long for is anyone's guess.
o Our fridge freezer has died, taking with it our fruit harvest that was going to last us all winter.
o We have discovered we have mice in our pantry and they've eaten half our stash of dog food.
These things on their own are manageable, but it feels as though we're living in an endless cycle of moderate disasters right now and our resources (both financial and psychological) are getting very low. When will it end?
One the plus side, we're all healthy, we can still afford to pay the mortgage if not a lot else and we have a wood full of free fuel for our open fire out the back so at least one room can be kept warm. So we're OK, just feeling a bit fraught and as though we're just waiting for the next problem to come along. We'll weather the storm, but if you have a bit of love (or the odd woolly jumper) to spare then we'd appreciate it right now.
o my car has died.
o the new one had to go back twice for repairs in the first fortnight.
o the boiler has broken down three times (I'm waiting for the repair man to come today. The ambient temperature in here is currently twelve degrees.)
o Rae's car has died, though it's now working again. How long for is anyone's guess.
o Our fridge freezer has died, taking with it our fruit harvest that was going to last us all winter.
o We have discovered we have mice in our pantry and they've eaten half our stash of dog food.
These things on their own are manageable, but it feels as though we're living in an endless cycle of moderate disasters right now and our resources (both financial and psychological) are getting very low. When will it end?
One the plus side, we're all healthy, we can still afford to pay the mortgage if not a lot else and we have a wood full of free fuel for our open fire out the back so at least one room can be kept warm. So we're OK, just feeling a bit fraught and as though we're just waiting for the next problem to come along. We'll weather the storm, but if you have a bit of love (or the odd woolly jumper) to spare then we'd appreciate it right now.