But, Friday the Thirteenth, alas. It was ugly.
Monday, the sixteenth, a black cat ran across the road in front of my car.
I muttered to the cat, "Running a little late, my dear, aren't we?"
Ah, but I should have known!
Well, here it is, Viewer Dear--the good, the bad, and the ugly.
(Yes, he's wearing an apron.)
My computer crashed. And when I devoted an entire afternoon to trekking to the store where it was purchased, and standing, sitting, standing in an everlastingly long line, I got these words from the woman who was (it seemed to me) lackadaisically checking it out: "There's nothing wrong with your computer. Have you talked to your server? Oh, and by the way...your one-year warranty just expired a few days ago. If you want to renew it, it'll cost you two hundred dollars. It would have been one hundred, but you let it expire!"
With a little prodding, you may recall that I'm a landlord.
I've got an empty unit. By a one-woman vote, it's Least Favorite Unit.
It appears to have suffered from lack of tender loving care during entire tenancy of previous dwellers (in excess of three years).
Must I translate for you, Reader Dear?
In addition, hands down, this is my Least Favorite Time of Year to be dealing with re-rental.
Immediately, the weather snaps unseasonably cold.
And the plumber? "You're not going to believe this," he tells me by phone"* but I'm over here to fix the dripping faucet, repair the washer hoses, and re-set the toilet, and the toilet is totally busted! Big cracks all over; if you knocked it too hard, it would fall apart! You can see it's been leaking for quite a while. I'm going to have to get you a new one. And...uh...the water heater is shot, too."
*Five minutes post-black cat.
Full Moon Redemption