Alternate title: Sometimes, Jay is made of fail...
Wow. What a crappy 24 hours.
Last night, I battled with the home 'puter for about 5 hours to remove some rather pernicious viruses that magically appeared after my kids were allowed unsupervised access to the PC (Webkins. The scourge of the parental universe).
This morning, I wake up to the septic tank alarm going off. This is after dropping a small fortune on repairs a little over a week ago. After my workout, I cleared two driveways and porches, to come home to find out that leaving the flexible hose on the outlet pipe to the sump pump is A VERY BAD IDEA, as the little part that dips down under the lattice to the front porch filled with water and froze solid.
This, of course, prevents the sump pump from properly evacuating the drainage hole of water, as it has nowhere to go. Quite possibly the only thing that went right was that I heard the sump laboring when I went to check on the septic pump (which was no longer going off; I'm chalking it up to excess ground water but will still call the septic guys on Monday) - this got me to investigate the flexible pipe and discover teh freeze...
So I spent a good chunk of the morning curled up in the fetal position under my front porch holding a hair dryer to the PVC pipe coming out of the basement... No hypothermia, although for a brief period I was speaking in tongues...
Oh, and this isn't the worst news. Yesterday my mother-in-law was admitted to the hospital with pneumonia. She suffers from COPD, and is not responding well to treatment. This morning, she had a mild cardiac episode and actually almost died.
Yeah, it's been a bad fucking 24 hours.
Yeah, I'm going to the range tomorrow.
Yeah, there will be something ending in "Magnum" coming with me...
That is all...
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8 comments:
Jay, you have my sympathy. Hope the weekend turns out better for ya.
Remember, nothing is more theraputic that a good Cohiba, some Famous Grouse, and busting some caps.
I feel the need for some serious caliber....
Jay,
OY !!!! Wouldn't wish that kind of day on satan. How's the Jay-wife holding up? I suggest you go to the public range near the Manchester airport and rent something indulgent . . . FULL AUTO.
Wow,that's definetly a rough patch. I'd suggest .44 Mag and work your way up from there. .357 Mag just doesn't sound like enugh for that mess!
sending good thoughts your way, Jay!
Best to you, Jay. And MAN do I ever agree on Webkins. But those damn things are so cute. Like Furby, only twice as satanic.
Speaking of which, once it thaws up here, I'm taking my son's talking furby to the range. New pair of batteries in him, even. I suggest similar therapy if you have the ability. I smile just thinking about the fuzz flying.
Oy. Prayers for the M-I-L. Prayers for our host.
Damn, Jay.
Sometimes life brings teh suck. Sometimes extra helpings.
Best of luck, and I hope the MIL is okay. Thoughts and prayers, sir.
tweaker
Thanks everyone. You have no idea how much it helps to know there are people out there praying for us and sending good thoughts.
We visited her yesterday; she actually looked a lot better than I expected - a LOT more alert and active than I've seen her in the past after various medical emergencies. That helped a lot.
I'm still bringing the 629 to the range, tho'...
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