Things Fall Apart

I mentioned that so many things went wrong last week that I didn’t even know where to begin. But the week is over now and I’m not going to whine about it all.

I will tell you a funny story, though.

After I show you some icy scenes taken on the property last Wednesday.

 

The ice that came last week was damaging to so many areas around us. But where I live, we didn’t have much damage and it had melted by late morning. When I was coming home from running some errands, the only ice that could be seen was up at the top of the hill where we live.

 

I decided that I’d better get out and get some photos while the getting was good.

In the photo above, you can see some equipment left over from the power line repair that had to be made earlier in the week.

 

It really was pretty.

And our power had come on by this time, so that was great.

 

 

On Thursday, however, as I sat at the doctor’s office for a check-up, I received a text from my son. He informed me that he’d just cleaned up a big flood on the kitchen floor from the washer that had overflowed. He said he’d used every dry towel in the house but he got it done. He checked the washer hose and it was backing up from the drainpipe into the house, so he texted to tell me that I might want to call the plumber.

Yay. Immediately, I felt my blood pressure rise.

My son had to pick me up from the doctor’s office when I was done, because he’d borrowed my car that day to get to work. So when he picked me up (and after I had called the plumber), I then asked him what he’d done with all the wet towels. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” he told me, “I took care of everything.”

“Yeah, but what did you do?” I asked him. I told him I was thinking of putting them all into a couple of laundry baskets lined with our biggest plastic trash liners. And he said he’d had a better idea. And that I would see.

When we pulled up, I was appalled to see that he’d lined up all the towels along the concrete walkway that leads from where we park the cars to the mudroom door. My good set of Ralph Lauren white towels plus all of the towels we use on a regular basis were lined in a row and I said, “Noooo!” We then had some words about it and I decided to just let it go after trying to get them off the ground and realizing they were already frozen to it. So we walked on them. And the team of plumbers walked on them the next morning when they came to fix the kitchen water line. It was the end of a very long and lousy week and I just felt like I didn’t even even care any more.

On Friday, I texted my son before I came home from work to tell him that I didn’t care what he did to get them up, but I want my towels off the walkway by the time I come home. And when I arrived, there they were – all piled up against the house – like so many boards of wood. It was so ridiculous that it made me laugh out loud.

And that night, I stayed up until I had every last one of them clean. And I just want to thank the stars and the moon for Tide laundry detergent. That’s all I’m sayin’.

 

Here’s wishing everyone a good week to come ~