GAH!
So a wonderful weekend. A spectacular vacation from depression. And then we walked into a house once again defiled and violated. This time they didn't take much, but they destroyed our house. They pulled food out of the fridge and sprayed liqour everywhere, walls included. They threw the eggs all over the floor. They rifled through every conceivable drawrer, knocked over everything they could, and only made off with a DVD player and some DVDs, at least as far as we can tell so far. I wanted to come home and post about the profundity of being the one to pronounce my friends husband and wife. Of having that amazing privilege and honor and of how wonderful it was. And how good it was to see our friends, our family. How much we missed Huntsville but knew that we have lifelong friends there. I wanted a happy post. But 2008 struck again. The catastrophes keep on stacking, and at each one I think, "This is it. I'm done. All out. Nothing left to give to this." And everytime somehow I get through it. We have some amazing friends, and all over the country, nay, the world. And they have popped out of the woodwork, some I haven't seen or talked to in years. Suddenly. As if the universe is giving me plenty of places to lean.
I've scrubbed the floor twice, Damon's scrubbed it at least twice, our friends scrubbed it at least 4 times, and still, the smell of slowly rotting egg permreates the area around the kitchen. We've looked everywhere to see if they hid one for us somewhere, but so far nothing. The cats are traumatized. It took us an hour to find Yorick. He was hiding behind the wheelbarrow in the backyard. The junkie skels (pulling out some NYPD Blue lingo here) didn't bother to safeguard the cats this time as they did last time. Our alarm was still set when I walked in the door. It never went off. We've got them coming out tomorrow to see what the problem is there.
Thankyou, universe, for a brief respite from the storm in the company of so many friends. Thankyou, universe, for giving me the courage to overcome my own fears and accept the invitation to do what I did for my friends. Thankyou, universe, for the moments that make this shitstorm worth struggling through for.
I've scrubbed the floor twice, Damon's scrubbed it at least twice, our friends scrubbed it at least 4 times, and still, the smell of slowly rotting egg permreates the area around the kitchen. We've looked everywhere to see if they hid one for us somewhere, but so far nothing. The cats are traumatized. It took us an hour to find Yorick. He was hiding behind the wheelbarrow in the backyard. The junkie skels (pulling out some NYPD Blue lingo here) didn't bother to safeguard the cats this time as they did last time. Our alarm was still set when I walked in the door. It never went off. We've got them coming out tomorrow to see what the problem is there.
Thankyou, universe, for a brief respite from the storm in the company of so many friends. Thankyou, universe, for giving me the courage to overcome my own fears and accept the invitation to do what I did for my friends. Thankyou, universe, for the moments that make this shitstorm worth struggling through for.