Déjà vu.  It’s 1964 all over again.  Remember the Pentagon Papers and Daniel Ellsberg?

I’d say, “Make love, not war”, but that’s probably the only thing that’s really changed since 1964.

Ouch.

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Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!  Bad Chi!  (or Qi, whatever…)

The positive energy of my front yard’s feng shui is badly disturbed.  All of my lush hostas, delicate astilbes, cedar mulch, pulled away, landscaping fabric shredded.

Two big bilious blue poly tarps, like enormous bandages on my lawn, weighted down with soil.  Clots of clay sprinkled on the grass.  A large wound-like hole next to the base of the house. 

I’m trying to coach myself into inner calm, struggling to appreciate the serendipitous finding of this broken pipe and sinkhole.  (Doesn’t this look like serendipity to you?)

How lucky we found this on a sunny afternoon, when my spouse was home on vacation; how fortunate I’d insisted on putting up the storm windows, which led to the discovery.  How incredibly providential this didn’t happen in the dead of winter, while my spouse was away on business, or during a downpour this autumn.  How advantageous that my spouse is a fearless engineer-type endowed with too many power tools, who’ll plunge right into the sinkhole and dig until he solves the problem, a veritable rat terrier into a warren who'll save us big money and a visit from a backhoe.  How blessed that my father-in-law will rush to aid, get in the same hole and coach until the pipe is patched. 

Blah-blah-blah…

It’s still a gawdawful mess, going to be nasty to patch this up.

And it’s not done, the fearless engineer-type is concerned that the new pipe extension should be longer than it is, meaning the existing hole will need to be dug out an additional 4 feet (a trench!) to accommodate this extended repair.

The joy of home ownership.  Lucky us.

Obviously there won’t be much blogging here today.  Lucky you…?

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