broken

I’ve got a laundry list of all the events and challenges that’ve been thrown in my path, like stop sticks, over the past four and a half years. It’s all happened between 2006 and right this minute, 2010. I’m not sure why I haven’t stuck my head in the oven yet. Who would blame me? Oh, wait…it’s probably broken, too.

Broken and replaced: washer, dryer, computer, sump pump, water heater, home air conditioner’s compressor.

Broken and repaired: car’s transmission, oven, heat pump, garage door, wrist (1), house siding (2)

Broken and sitting, waiting their turn: car’s air conditioner (3), ice maker, various rotted windows, another refrigeration unit, car’s head gasket, door latches (4).

Not broken: my septic system, but the powers that be forced a sewer system through the neighborhood. I’ll be paying that bill for years. Literally.

Lost: to urinary tract disease or old age and loneliness - Monet, my gray cat, and Margaux, my black cat. Inseparable littermates. Both irreplaceable.

Lost: to alcoholism and untreated borderline personality disorder - a second husband (5).

Lost: to Tiger Woods Disease/WDS (6) - one boyfriend, who I thought was surely the right guy for me; the emotional abuse and psychotic head games took their toll, the person I thought he was still haunts me.

Lost: two jobs within six months of each other, and none found…yet (7).

I’m still here. To quote from the movie, Shakespeare in Love, it will turn out well…“How? I don’t know. It’s a mystery.”

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Footnotes:

(1) Surgically. The doc was a magician, though. I have full use of it, which, considering the number of bits and pieces, I still consider a miracle.
(2) Once the raccoon was removed and relocated; see http://uncontrolled-airspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/raccoon-resort.html
(3) Not the best summer to have to drive around without it.
(4) How I wish I could find an all-around handyman.
(5) Divorce can be construed as good or bad, but it’s stressful, nonetheless.
(6) WDS is not fit to print…Wandering d*** Syndrome…you get the idea…
(7) But I’ve had more interviews this year than all of 2009. That’s a good thing, right?