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Is this some kind of reverse karma?



So, I got into Atlanta last night on my accidental first class ticket (such a nice way to fly, especially when you don't mean to). Went right through customs and security with no difficulties, my aunt picked me up pretty much right as I stepped out of baggage claim, I went to her house and hugged my puppy dog, and then got a latte at Starbucks. All in all, a pretty good travel day. Today I slept late at my aunt's and headed home this afternoon. It's about a 2 hour drive, depending on traffic, and it went remarkably smoothly. Then I got home. 

When I put my key in the lock it just kept turning and turning without ever unlocking. Thankfully, I had the other front door (it's an eccentric old house) rekeyed to match the main door when I locked myself out before and, thankfully, the key worked in that door today. Unfortunately, I can't lock the door from the inside because it doesn't close right. So I have to go in this funny door that sits at an odd angle at the front corner of the house, then go through to the main door to go back out to shut the funny door. Whatever, it's cool.

But when I got in the house I noticed this odd smell, like something might have died. It appeared to be emanating from the kitchen. I felt a bit like John Watson when I opened the fridge, except I might have perfered the human body parts to the mélange of decomposing organic matter and more varieties of mold in greater quantities than I ever care to see again. Apparently the bloody thing quit working fairly soon after my departure. I can't even begin to describe the horrors contained within the freezer. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to face ice cream again. And the stench... My God, it is putrid. Thankfully, trash pickup is tomorrow so the erstwhile contents of my fridge will be carted away before the neighbors have to suffer along with me. I attacked it with the cleaning supplies I had on hand which was 1/4 bottle Pine-Sol, vinegar, and Lysol. Eventually, I decided that there is no way I'm going to be able to countenance putting food in there again so I got my keys and went to Lowes. Since my washer and dryer are well into their second decade of service and do on occasion make rather disheartening noises, I was not anticipating a refrigerator to be my next major purchase. But, I bit the bullet and the men will cart the foul machine away tomorrow.

The contents of my office are still in my dining room while the roof is in flux. My luggage, 72 lbs of dirty clothes, is still in the trunk of my car. A month's worth of mail was dropped on my doorstep this evening. A colony of ants is apparently attempting to annex my bathtub, if the large spider in the shower window doesn't stake a claim first. My dog has a bald patch on her butt and sores that may or may not be secondary to an allergic reaction to the canned cat food she consistently pilfered while staying with my aunt. I'm hoping it'll resolve and we can avoid the vet, but who knows. I gotta pay my bills, and do my taxes, and get started on credentialing for my fellowship that starts this summer, and finish my stupid research project (okay, start my stupid research project), and get ready for my family medicine boards next month...

You can't make shit like this up. I still haven't decided whether this turn of events calls for tears or laughter. I do know that I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment and would very much like to be treating malaria and intestinal worms a little further south right about now. My mama says that you have to eat an elephant one bite at a time, but right now the prospect makes me a bit nauseated...  But the sky was blue today, it's cool outside, the Lenten roses and camellias are blooming, and it will be very nice to sleep in my own bed tonight.  *sigh*  Tomorrow is another day. 

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antesqueluz
Mar. 1st, 2012 10:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the good wishes. The situation does seem a bit surreal...trying to keep smiling! :-)