When it Rains (or Snows) it Pours

EDIT: I should have probably not even posted what I did last night. I just came home and sat down to tell my friends about my day, which had been a bit less than pleasant. I have had so many of you point out the obvious and feel a bit of chastisement for my complaints. But Mimi said it well - I just felt better after telling you all about it. But she also pointed out the good parts of the day, and she was right - they outweighed the bad. Then I went over to visit Cynthia again. Oh, my goodness, what a heavy load she is carrying. I cannot even fathom. As I said to her this morning, it is incredible what we don't know about our children, as is obvious by the piece Kevin and I did together this past year. I pray for her and Ladybug and the other children, who have to be hurting terribly, so many times during the day. Please, Lord, bring Ladybug safely home!


It began as a fairly nice, cloudy but warm, Palm Sunday. The morning service was great - the choir sounded good (though the song used up what was left of my voice). I came home before Sunday School to watch the little girls so Kristen and Mike could go play and sing in the second service. The twins will make their debut next Sunday.


The girlies were getting very rambunctious, and it was good when their family got home from church.






I fixed spaghetti for dinner for Kristen's family and us; we had a good time eating together. They went down the street to their house, and I began the clean-up. I was grinding up the left-over noodles when I felt something wet on my foot. YUCK!! I opened the cupboard door under the sink and there was a volcano of garbage pouring out onto the floor and my feet! I hollered at DC, who has now caught the cold and doesn't feel so hot. But he faithfully came up and cleaned up the mess.

When the mess was dried out, DC began to process of trying to repair the pipe. He made a trip to the hardware store, only to discover that the whole thing was rusted on the inside. He called my dad, who can fix anything. My 81-year-old dad came over and worked on it, too. The end result - the dishwasher is full to the max, everything is on the countertop and the floor from under the sink, we can't use any water in the kitchen. Dad will come over tomorrow morning when the hardware store opens again, and finish the job while we're at work.

In the meantime, this was beginning outside on this almost-spring Sunday afternoon:

It was my week to play the organ, so I headed to church in my van - DC was coming in his truck, because he had a committee meeting after church. I drove on the same street I've driven to church at least twice a week for the last 30 years. I don't know where my mind was, but the next thing I knew, a little red car was there on my right - I hit it! I totally went through the stop sign - the same sign that has been there forever. I could blame the snow, the dusk, but it was just pure and simple stupidity and carelessness. This 60-year-old woman, who has never been at fault in an accident before, hit a young teen-age girl on on her way to work. It could have been so much worse - nobody was hurt - well, nothing but my pride! Not even a sore muscle.

This is the same part that had to be replaced earlier this year when that huge piece of ice hit it and cracked it. Of course, I got a ticket. The deductible is going to do serious damage to my savings account. Not to mention the increase in our insurance premium. I am not happy. At least I don't have to go to court - I can just write a check, since I admitted it was my fault. No reason not to!