Ebb and Flow?

need a paddle

While the recent trauma-drama had not yet completely ‘drained’ from my brain, it had, at least, ‘trickled’ to a minor, albeit steady, unresolved, ‘drip’.

Something akin to Chinese water torture.

However, that said, I was surprised that I was surprised when I found myself, yet again, ‘wading through a ‘puddle of shit’ left behind by another supposed professional’s incompetence!

This time, a new washing machine installation gone horrendously wrong…to the tune of 9,000 bucks (and counting)!!!

[Not to worry though.  The insurance companies are duking it out…and if ours wins, we hope to recover the 3 grand over what the insurance has paid so far to re-build my laundry room and replace 1,296sf of carpet and pad upstairs, along with all the molding, as well as damaged drywall and insulation!  Which of course means I still have basically NO furniture up there and everything still dumped into boxes!  43 Days People!]

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement, I left disappointed in the frozen north about a month and a half ago.

But, surprised?

Yeah, I was.  Surprisingly surprised.  HA

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Are. You. Shitting. Me ???

Because truthfully?  I thought I was on ‘dry land’ once the move was finally over.  Even though I was still having to deal with those numbskulls at Colonial Van Lines Relocation, Inc. out of Margate Florida on a daily basis

(oops, did I just reveal the goon squad’s company?)

…I still felt I’d made strides away from the mind-numb “knuckle-dragger pulling me by the hair” chief cave-cook and horn washer, not to mention head buffalo hide pee-er on-er…

Ugh

…to the “upright walking, slightly behind and to the left of the Neanderthal” can you take me out for a bison burger instead of hacking it off the carcus and throwing it to me to cook cave-slave .

don’t get used to it

In other words, almost human!

Writing about it here helped; receiving validation for my outrage here helped.

Not quite in charge, but gaining power.

Or so I thought.

This is not where I thought I’d be 43 days in

…without a you know what

Ya know?

While you were reading about the moving shade spinning out of control, I was ‘immersed’ in that new ‘flood’ of bad karma.

I know some who’d say that this is just the way things are sometimes, and that I should just ‘ride the wave’.

Others I know might say I should not let this stress me because all things eventually come out clean in the ‘wash’.

And more still who might believe that at some liquid point between the amniotic fluid and the tidal wave that is my life, I did something mighty wrong and am paying for it now.

Am I?

Are these the waters “come to cleanse my soul”?

Maybe.

But then, if that’s true, I’m not sure how happy it makes me to think that my salvation lies in the gushing effluent of semi-rural, semi-agricultural Virginia.

How cleansing could they be having traveled the length and breadth, in 200 year old plumbing, before snaking its way through the plastic portals of my laundry room; sent to bathe me in their healing, mystical, all forgiving, powers?

eeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwww-ah
(that’s a two syllable eew for those that don’t know)

I mean…Noah got rain.  Fresh, pure, clean from the pristine clouds of the pre-industrialized world, never heard of acid rain, sky.  And he only had to deal for 40 days!  I’m already at 43 and I’m NOT done yet!

And I dare say, even HE had a paddle!

anyone seen my paddle?

 I get rusty, fertilizer tainted, used to be filled with poop but now we use chlorine, WASTEWATER!

When is it going to be MY turn?

“Who’s saying ugh now huh?”

Oh nevermind me…a girl can dream can’t she?

(ps…thank you to my grandsons Kyle and Alex for giving me the means to express the faces of surprise and eeeeew)

23 thoughts on “Ebb and Flow?

  1. This comedy of errors is beyond belief! What next? And yet you write with such amazing humour – the way you put your words together is magic so let’s hope you get some real magic soon Rhonda!

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  2. Oh good god… how can this be??? And why I am enjoying reading about your ongoing pain, SB? But I am enjoying your memorable little bits – here’s one that’s going to follow me into sleep:

    …to the “upright walking, slightly behind and to the left of the Neanderthal” can you take me out for a bison burger instead of hacking it off the carcus and throwing it to me to cook cave-slave .

    That is pure brilliance.

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    • It’s okay SFAM…laugh a lot. I do…no, really…I do. I have to. Or I would go for the cash and prizes (like in the last cartoon) of the nearest and next walking dude I found! Sorry to make it so gender-ized, but this has all been splattered with testosterone!

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  3. Your magic is still alive and well, tho’ I wish you could wave a magic wand and get back on solid ground (so to speak). Thank heavens for those adorable grandsons of yours, your sense of the ridiculous (for this is absolutely ridiculous and not fair and unbelievable), and your ability to smile (even if it is only in this forum). Hang tough WW – it’s going to get better – it has to. xox

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    • Hmmm, I think you have a crystal ball Mim (so there IS magic in the world) for it is true, much easier to smile and laugh on here than ‘out there’…on the other side though, were I not able to do even that…good grief boys, hang on to your youknowwhatzit!
      xoxo

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  4. I’m sorry for all you are enduring. I laughed aloud at your last photo and wish you could have ALL of your dreams come true for by golly, you’ve had enough haven’t you? Cry Uncle for goodness sakes Rhonda! Draw the line in the sludge and say NO MORE! Of course, I’m sure you’ve already done that and more, but I want you to know that I’m here with you, beside you virtually, handing you a clinking ice-filled glass of something yummy after hugging you and giggling at all the poop that’s hit the fan and the laundry room, knowing you will get everything you desire soon enough b/c you deserve all goodness. Big hugs xo

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    • LOL…I know you are there Yvonne. It is because of you and those we’ve come to love here that I can laugh at all of this poop! there are yet so situations brewing that could be trouble…unbelievable as that may sound…but my fingers, toes, eyes, and anything else I can manage, are crossed and I’m praying for better endings. Though I must admit, I have not had to dig very deep for blog material lately! The silver lining? xoxo

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