Life Goes On

First, I want to thank everyone who sent cards, e-mail and their thoughts for my grandfather. Yesterday was a long, difficult day for me and my family. Seeing all the old pictures of my grandfather the way I remember him -- tall, happy, and smiling, not in a wheel chair and in pain -- really got to me. We watched a lot of old videos of him over the past 20 years. God, I remembered how much he made me laugh. He loved to torment and tease my cousins and my mother, especially. No wonder why I love him so much.

Difficulties and broken hearts aside, life and everything else goes on. Even if I'd like to put it all on hold for a few more days.

I e-mailed a classmate and my professor last night to see if I missed anything in my last class the other night. I have an exam on Monday night, and although it's supposed to be on material we already covered, the prof decided on Wednesday to add 3 more chapters.

Typical of this guy, he didn't bother to get back to me even though I e-mailed him on Tuesday and asked him to please tell me if he covers any new material that may be on the exam. Thankfully, my classmate did. So now I've got to learn 3 chapters in 2 days.

Whatever. I can't escape the horrifying nightmare that is this university fast enough.

And of course, we got up at 7am this morning so the wife could finish reading for her last boating class today and I could start learning my 3 new chapters. She went to the basement to feed the felines and noticed a giant puddle in the middle of the floor. At first we thought one of the damn cats peed on the floor, until we realized it would have been about 10 gallons worth of urine, and it couldn't possibly be one of them. Me, maybe, on a bad coffee binge, but definitely not a cat. (Cody would NEVER do this, so it wasn't even an option to accuse her.)

Baffled, Deb and I walked into the other side of the basement where the new wet bar is being built and my first thought was that the plumbing job was faulty and the pipes weren't sealed properly.

And then Deb saw my 40 gallon fish tank, and 4 large, angry fish tapping on the glass, giving me the middle fin and screaming about their fast-dwindling water supply. No, the seals didn't break on the tank -- the filter went haywire and decided to pump about 10 gallons of fishy water onto the rug and under the stairs instead of back into the tank.

Lovely.

So I spent the morning sopping up wet fish crap from the rug. And now I have to go buy a new filter, rug shampoo, and new lights for the tank, as one of those blew out in the process.

Have I mentioned lately that I need a vacation?

Posted by LA at May 03, 2003 08:57 AM | TrackBack