Life throws you a curveball when you least expect it. Which is where I found myself recently when I came home from work.
“I’m doing a liver cleanse,” she said. “You can join me or fend for yourself.”
Bam! No warning. No time to grab a snack at the office before heading home for dinner. Just trapped like a rat. Cornered. What was I going to say, “No, you do it alone. Take care of yourself. I’ll be fine.” No. I like sleeping in my bed. We’re in week two. I’ve strayed here and there. Don’t tell anyone.
One of the problems with the internet is you have all sorts of personalities in your life whether you like it or not. I’ve come to recognize Gucci Westman, Gothamista, and Wendy Myers. I don’t know that much about them. What I do know is they create hours of content that can result in Your Survival Guy hearing a loud slap of a laptop closing and these four awful words: “You should try this…”
Uh oh. Like I don’t have enough on my plate (I don’t).
Which brings me to our generator part that was slow to come because of the supply chain. The part is in. Installed. Generator is still not powering up properly. I’m told it’s another part, and that one should be here Friday. Swell.
You know stuff happens in threes, right? Dishwasher croaked out too. Plumber installed a new one a week later. Not a total disaster in the middle of a cleanse because there aren’t too many dishes, unless, of course, a soup is being made. That’s a two-day cleanup, no matter what. It’s like taking inventory of every pot and pan we own. Amazing how many we have.
Anyway, Sunday, I ventured down to our wine cellar. I was met by a pool of water seeping under the cedar closet door. The dishwasher install? Not so good. Rookie mistake. Insurance company is in the mix. You do the math. But that wasn’t the worst of it.
“Why were you in the basement?” she asked.
Action Line: In times like these, we need to stick together. Learn from me. Surprises hit you when you least expect them. Let’s talk.
