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Hello hello, one two three, anyone there?
I actually had to read my last blog entry to figure out where I was in life before the rodeo that is December came to town. That is acutely pathetic, I know, but at least it makes me feel good about not hosting ads on my site. Because if, say, we had to finish Christmas shopping on distant planets like IKEA and our car died and our water heater (which heats the whole house) broke and our gas went out and our car died again and our water heater broke again and it was a national holiday so no one could repair it and our utility room flooded and I caught a virus and the bathroom heater started leaking and the washing machine wouldn’t start and our car died AGAIN and we suddenly found ourselves scrambling to get all the right documents together so that we could buy a new car only to run straight up against the Italian beaurocratic system which will be on coffee break for the next three months… If, for instance, those hypothetical things were to happen, I would want the freedom to callously ignore the blogosphere until our life got itself to rehab.
There’s been so much I’ve wanted to write about though, like the visit from lovely Rachelle (and how my girls were so smitten with her that I may have been demoted to nanny), and the Paolo Nutini concert that almost had to go on without us, and the e-mails from someone Dan and I have never met who feels led by God to have us bring American television church to Italy (!!), and the thrill of Christmas shining from the girls’ eyes. There are so many of your lives I’m eager to catch up on as well.
However… All that may just have to wait until things stop breaking around here.
They have to stop sometime.
Right?
Right?
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Ah…the breaking…but our neighbors and friends have been so very helpful and caring that this has been far easier to handle than it should have been!
Oh, my gosh. I will stop my whining now. I hope that things have stopped breaking. Mostly because I am selfish, and I have missed you.
Good grief! Has Murphy come to STAY? Kick him out! OUT! Cranberries in the mail should help 🙂
oh my! hugs to you – I hope smoother days are ahead.
ahhh… I feel your frustration! It sounds painfully familiar as our hot water tank also broke and flooded the basement this week, my husband’s work van broke down, the new foster girls had lice (and I had never dealt with the “L” word before) amongst seemingly a million other disasters. Amazing how in these really bad times, you discover who your true friends are and thank God for his provisions.
Oh no! Everything broke at once! No fair!
My you have loads of hot water, heat, and dry floors.
Love,
R
Sounds like you need to walk around your apartment with some sage? Or have a kindly priest come bless all the appliances, making a stop on the street with some holy water sprinkled over the car? Bless your heart. You know I understand all about trying to find your way back when you’re recovering from out-of-town-ness. I was so glad to see your post pop up. I have been missing you.
Oh god… what a disaster. December is kind of shaping up to be that kind of month around these parts too. RODEO. Such a good way to describe it!