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Saturday, May 13, 2006
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and the hits just keep on comin'.It's been a rough few days. When things happen that you don't quite know how to handle, learning to put things into perspective is always a bit of educational process.
Thank you so much to everyone who left a comment or sent an email or offered up a little prayer for me. It means more than you know to feel that kind of care and goodness in the midst of a rough time.
It's sinking in, day by day. And I don't know when it's going to get easier. I'll be okay, I think, though I'm not sure when.
But you know who WON'T be okay?
The guys who did repairs in our apartment once the landlords get ahold of them.
I present to you, Exhibits 1 through 3:
That's how they repair a door. Notice the sloppy plaster, the staining, the junk-pile door they stuck on in an obvious fit of fiscal stringency.
THIS IS THE COMPLETED WORK, PEOPLE.
Notice also how the door jamb sticks out too much:
Kerry didn't WANT to be able to get into that drawer, did she?
Add to that the atrocious caulking in the bathroom, the now-leaking-but-never-before toilet and kitchen tap, the plaster tracked all over the house and left in clumps on every bathroom surface we have, and I think you have a case of what I like to refer to as HOLY COW, YOU SUCK AT YOUR JOB.
I'm thankful I didn't hire them. I'd hate to be responsible for any of this crap.
And on another lame note?
The only plant I'd ever managed to keep alive, my sweet Jasmine with the fragrant blooms?
She fell out my window after a gust of wind picked up the drapes.
Arrrrrgh.
Well, at least my dad is cute. And he really likes the horrible artificially-coloured-up-the-wazoo cake he got for himself at Safeway:
Thank God for my family.
Or else things would be much, much worse.
I'm trying to keep everything honest around here, because in the end, that's about all you have.
That, and a really ugly door.
5:55:56 PM 
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Meg Fowler.
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