April 16, 2012 by Cynthia
Meltdown Sunday morning, but it took a single laugh to displace me into a Zen-like calm.
Or possibly my brain exploded, and this is all that’s left. I’m up for either one.
With my one-and-only show of the year about two weeks away I was far too low on glassstuff to sell,* my taxes aren’t done (can you say “extension?” or possibly “what’s new?”) and sundry disasters loomed:
- Half the plumbing in the house is leaking. Badly.
- A dead pinetree in the front yard needs to be taken down before it helpfully flops over on its own
- Moss is on my roof (for heaven’s sake, I *LOVE* the moss on my roof, it makes me look proudly lumberjacky and northwest native-like and it’s a gorgeous green but the neighbors give me warning looks and say I MUST do something about it or I. WILL. BE. SORRY. Sigh)
- Lola saw a bird in the window, jumped to the mantle for a better view, displacing a lovely ceramic sculpture which is now in six pieces.
- My very last computer caught fire (well, the motherboard started smoking, anyway)
- The antmind picked this week for its annual home invasion, and the bug guys are coming, which means I must move everything away from the baseboards, clear away the bushes from the house outside and board the cats for the day
- My brain is yammering too much to make glass
It culminated in a massive tantrum Sunday morning, fortunately aimed at no one, although the cats stood carefully on the highest ledge and watched me for signs of cat-eating tendencies. I stomped around the house getting nothing much done but doing a lot of growling. Stomped over to my parents’ house for my sister Suzi’s birthday party, arrived late. Sat there glowering while the already-fed family waited for me to finish dinner so we could have birthday cake. Grumble. Grumble.
And then Suzi casually mentioned something she’d seen on craigslist, looking for a used dining room hutch:
The dude writing the ad called it “Wayne’s coating.”
Instead of “wainscoting.”
I burst out laughing, and all of a sudden things were OK again. The plumbers did a good job. I got a new iMac. The sculpture is easy to glue together. The bug guys can come after the show. The moss and the tree can take their chances and I know how to file an extension.
Funny how one good belly laugh can change your outlook.
Can you say “life is grand?”
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