My achy breaky...everything
It's been a strange few days around here.
First, it rained...and rained...and..well, you get the idea. According to the local news, two months worth of rain came down in two days and nights. For the first day and night, and the second day, I quite enjoyed it. I sat by the window and watched the trees sway in the wind through the rain-spattered panes, and curled up in bed at night listening to it beating down on the roof...And then, late on the second night, just to shake things up a bit, it began to rain inside the house. The laundry room ceiling began to leak, alarmingly heavily, in several spots at once. There was much panicked mopping and searching for buckets and pans to contain the deluge...
In the meantime, and, coincidentally, also in the laundry room - perhaps that room is cursed? ;-) - the dryer broke in the middle of drying a load of laundry. This really isn't that big a deal; I'll just hang the clothes to dry in the backyard on an old-fashioned clothesline from now on. I shall actualy enjoy this - it's quite peaceful and meditative, and the clothes smell so much better when they've dried out in the sun and wind...no dryer-sheet could ever smell as clean and fresh as that...mmm...(Yay, the dryer's broken! ;-)
This morning, to keep the streak going, the microwave emitted a surly growl and several puffs of acrid smoke, smelling of hot plastic and burnt cloves, and abruptly expired. This also is not such a big deal...I'll simply have to cook my ramen noodles on the stove for a while.
At a few minutes past midnight tonight, there occurred what I sincerely hope will be the last incident of breakage - my toe. I had taken The Pug out for her last walk of the day...The rain had finally stopped, and the air was cool and soothing against my face. I was strolling along, gazing up at a huge creamy cloud-swept moon (as usual, I'm afraid, not really paying that much attention to where I was going), and The Pug was scampering along beside, behind, and in front of me, chasing the leaves that skittered down the sidewalk ahead of the wind, when the inevitable happened: The Pug darted between my feet, her leash tangled and wrapped around my ankles...I stumbled, and tripped, my shoe came off, and somehow my big toe got bent at an unnatural angle, and...snap!
I hobbled home, where it became evident that the toe was indeed broken. I didn't seek medical attention; it was only a toe, and another trip to the emergency room is simply out of the question, financially, for anything less than impending death. I splinted it myself and took some Tylenol. It should be fine...This is my first broken bone ever, and I was quite surprised, once the initial pain had subsided (for the first fifteen or twenty minutes it hurt badly enough to bring on a little nausea) it really isn't all that bad. Ceratainly I would prefer that pain to, say, a bad sore throat or a migraine...
So, all in all, everything could have been far worse (though that leaky roof is weighing on my mind)...At least I didn't fall on The Pug and hurt her, and the washer still works. (I may like hanging clothes to dry, but I'm not so crazy about washing sheets in the bath tub. :-P) And I have apples - a whole sack of delicately fragrant, crisp, sweet-tart apples that were ridiculously cheap at the produce stand this afternoon; apparently, many people would rather buy the (expensive!) styrofoam-flavored, waxy, shiny-perfect commercial Red Delicious than the smaller, slightly lumpy, yet intensely flavorful locally grown Macintoshes and Granny Smiths... Tomorrow, I shall bake pies! I can hardly wait...rolling out the dough is so satisfying...and I shall crimp the edges by hand, and make latticed crusts, and the whole house will smell cinnamon-y and delicious...It's so nice to have some small pleasure to look forward to.
Just call me winters_limpy. ;-)