Note: I blogged too much about birthday cake in August. My blog is officially fat.

Let’s review:

August: Furnace died. Furnace Guy came — new motor. Wireless router contracted a super flu. Tech Baby came — new router and NICs.

September: Water tank struck by infirmity. Water Tank Guy came — new water tank.

Last week: The bathroom sink was clogged for three days. Mr. G, honey snaked, chemically treated, and said some bad words. I think one of my pewter earrings from Mahone Bay might have been involved in the clog. Shh. Don’t tell. One IS missing. The cold tap in the shower died. We used pliers and a screwdriver to shower for three days. Yeah. Three seems to be the magic number. A clothes rod in the master closet fell to the floor. I swear. I didn’t even breathe on it. This was so not my fault. Mr. G, honey said more bad words. He might need a time out.

Monday: Washing machine watered the basement floor. Oops. No clean undies. Elen looks for a stream and big rock to slap underwear against, soap and rinse. Mr. G, honey — armed with a big boy flashlight — did some washing machine tipping and said verra bad words this time. Washing Machine Service Guy came yesterday. New water pump. Clean underkit.

This is a job for Ghostbusters. Really. Something is at work here. Cue theme song. That is the best ever video.

Honestly, I’m just having a little laugh at myself here. These are pretty minor blips on life’s screen. I’m reminded of my adopted soldier on the other side of the world, who is probably beating his skivvies against a rock every single day and worse. You are fierce.  I’m thinking about the people in the path of Hurricane Ike who are burning chairs to cook breakfast outdoors and worse, waiting for power to be restored and to pick up the pieces of their lives. My heart goes out to all of you. I’m thinking about the many rescue personnel and emergency service providers — including those wonderful line crews from all over the U.S. — who are working non-stop. You are all fierce! My thoughts are with you all today.

Elen