No, you may not use my computer........ I have no idea what happened to my masterpiece of a story. I can no longer change my font and size........... This MY laptop, hands off! If you are reading this and wondering what I am jabbering about, read the previous post first or none of this will make any sense whatsoever. Oh, and please forgive all the typos and misspellings that I thought I had corrected............
When we left off with the story, the husband had wiped his black epoxied hands on his bare chest in an attempt to remove it from his hands. He could not restore water and as midnight approached I convinced him that nothing more could be done and to try to get some sleep. No soothing shower was to be had, so we simply went to bed and he surprisingly went right to sleep. I wasn't so lucky, but I had the TV. This was before we had a dish installed and we had only local programming available via the antennae on the roof. I lay there with the TV on low in hopes that a talk show would bore me to sleep. It was working and as I was drifting into a state of oblivion, the screen suddenly filled with snow and static filled the room. I turned it off and heard the distant rumble of thunder that was followed by a flash of lightening. I could hear the wind, too. I turned on the bed lamp and tried to read myself to sleep.......... I woke with a start. The light was still on as well as my glasses and the book had fallen on my chest. I turned off the light and pulled back the curtain to try to determine the time (like all good insomniacs, I hide the clock so I won't be calculating how many hours I have slept, how many I should sleep, etc.). It was gray and dreary, still predawn, but what was on the lawn? I squinted, then put my glasses back on. Still unable to determine if a UFO had landed, I shoved my feet into slippers and grabbed my robe and headed out to investigate. Out the front door and around to the side of the building I went cautiously.
There lying mangled on the ground was the tent pavilion from the other side of the building. Poles were sticking out in all directions and the antennae was poking through the torn canvas. I stood looking at the devastation while wondering about the fate of the roof. It was the original roof from the 60's; cedar shakes that were constantly shedding. I shuffled back inside and checked a clock. 4:30 am. I decide to let love of my life sleep in oblivion, no sense in both of us being miserable. The new tank went in without a hitch that day and water was restored. The antennae was salvaged, but the tent was totalled. And he who plumbs lost a lot of chest hair, it has sense grown back..... gray.
So here I am almost 6 years later with a sense of deja-vu, drinking re-heated coffee. He who plumbs is off on a mission to find a part for the switch that turns the pump on to fill the tank. He is sure he can fix it. The brass do-hicky is "frozen" and is not regulating the pump, just turns on and off repeatedly and very loudly, like a drummer boy gone mad. Two days of dishes are sitting on the counter and laundry is piling high. But, the roof is new, I have a dish with what seems like thousands of options for viewing. I have the wonderful world of blog to lose myself in. Who needs water?