The Simple Things

Some times it doesn't take much to make me happy. And right now, the three roses shown in this picture make me happy.

This picture was taken in my front yard and the fact that there are three roses is a pretty big deal. You see, I've lived in this house for nine years and if you add up all the roses this "bush" has produced since I moved in, the total would be 11 - including the three pictured. Which means in the eight previous years there have been eight roses. One year I had two roses, only not at the same time. Another year there were none. So three at once is a pretty big deal. It makes me happy.

Like I said, some times it doesn't take much. :o)

Some times you just have to laugh

Take yesterday. I'm having some work done on my house and among the things I'm having done is I'm having the hall closet and space where the heating unit used to be (it's now in the attic) combined to be a large pantry. They started the work on Wednesday and I've been coming home at lunch to let the dogs out because I've been locking them in my bedroom while they do the work.

Well, yesterday I came home at lunch and they weren't here - which was fine, it was lunch time after all. Only, as I stepped out of my car, one of the guys drove up. We had a conversation that went something like this:

Me: Hey.
Him: I had to take my partner to the emergency room.
Me: What? Ohmigod! What happened? Is he okay?
Him: I don't know. I had to take him to the emergency room. (pause) Actually that's why there's a hole in your ceiling.
Me: Wait. What? There's a hole in my ceiling? What happened?????

To make a long story short they were installing a light in the pantry (it should be noted that this was NOT contracted work - we never discussed having a light in the pantry. it's a nice gesture but I did NOT ask them to do this. anyway. . . ) and the partner went to pull a line through the attic to get electricity in the new pantry and something bit him.

His arm started swelling almost immediately and was turning purple. He went up into the attic to see if he could find out what had bitten him. He saw a snake skin and apparently freaked out (can't say as I blame him). He took a step and fell through the ceiling. And then they left for the emergency room.

Turns out it wasn't a snake bite but they didn't positively identify what had bitten him. Before I went back to work the contractor left to go pick his partner up because he was ready to get back to work.

Now, as this story was being revealed to me the things that ran through my head were: 1) that's awful, I hope the guy's okay; 2) what's my liability; and, the thing I really can't get out of my head . . . 3) there was a snake in my attic!

I think I'm going to have to move now!