Why Not?

After everything else that has happened since last Friday, this might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Not that anyone cares about that damn camel, but I am genuinely _ _ _ _ _ _. (Amazing how many bad words fit into that space, Just consider that I have thought of most of them!)

Today I hobbled back to my bedroom intending to take off my earrings and crash when Lennon went home. Instead, I found my jewelry box covered in water, my small antique dresser water soaked and spotted, one of my bookcases with all my music, except for what happened to be on the piano, wet. Many of my books with soaked corners and damp covers. Some things ruined. Water still dripping from the ceiling and off the window!

I have two other bookcases in the living room, filled mostly with photo albums, manuscripts and my best books, so it could have been much worse. I will admit that.

I went to hang music in the back bedroom/storage area and discovered that all of my good Italian hand bags are covered in layers of mold and ruined. Most of the stuffed animals, including some I made are ruined. My smoking stand filled with thirty years of negatives is covered in mold. I haven’t had the courage to open it and see if the cedar protected the negatives yet. Evidently this room had a leak around the outside wall that soaked the carpet and raised the humidity to tropical standards. I will try to scrub the antiques and salvage them, but cloth and leather things appear to be ruined.

I am worried about my piano, so tomorrow I do that really hard thing that comes when you rent from family. I insist my son remove all bedroom carpeting now!

I want to scream, “Why me?” But I’m afraid God might scream back, “Why not?”

I really need to find my sense of humor very quickly, because right now I am feeling like just going to bed and crying.