A wet start, but a peaceful conclusion

I should have known it was going to be one of those days. We get two different newspapers. The morning one offers a Sudoku and two crossword puzzles. A good day is when I correctly finish all three. On a normal day I can master two of the three. This time I didn’t come close to finishing any of them. Oh, well. They are just a way for me to check if my brain is still working.

I went into the bathroom to take a bath. I washed my hair and turned the water off. I was wrong.

The faucet was not only not off, it proceeded to hurl its insides at me and then spray water all over the bathroom. If it had a voice it would have been chortling like a maniac. 

There I was, no clothes on, glasses covered with streaks and a faucet that was soaking everything in sight, including me. One would think it would have escaped the water pipe in a nice stream. Nope. It was sparkling in a wide circle of indoor raindrops. It looked a little like those round fireworks, only made of water.  

Water covered everything from the ceiling to the floor. I yelled for my husband to shut the water off. Bless his heart, he didn’t ask why, he just went out to the garage and shut it off. Sometimes I feel so lucky to have him. I don’t know what I would do without him.

I put my contacts in, my clothes on and carried the bath rug outside and draped it over the porch railing. The rug had gained at least 25 pounds. I cleaned up the mess that extended into the hallway and we went in search of parts. 

We ended up in Muncie where it took a couple of stops before we found the part we wanted. Since it was a beautiful day, we grabbed some fast food and headed to a park. As we ate, we watched the cotton from the cottonwood trees float all around. It was heavenly.

After we got back home it took hubby less than five minutes to fix the faucet. I can’t imagine what a plumber would cost.

We have been remodeling for as long as I can remember. The bathroom is on our list of projects. It is not at the top of the list. Fixing the faucet is only a stopgap to buy us some time to complete some other projects ahead of it. 

My brother, David, called and asked if we wanted to meet at his mother-in-law, Karen’s house on Sunday to catch up. He asked me to call our brother, Michael, to see if he would join us. Unfortunately, Michael and his wife had other plans.

Hubby and I stopped at a favorite restaurant close to our destination. Even though their dining room was open to the public, we thought it was wiser to eat outside. We chose Fort St. Clair as it was only a few minutes away. I hadn’t been there in years. We found a picnic bench in the shade and had a peaceful lunch.

Then went on to Karen’s house. David and his friends had made a sandy beach in a curve of the creek. We sat and caught up on the news. After a peaceful few hours they took us on the tour of the woods. We saw where their son, Jadyn, had begun digging a hole years ago. One of his friends wanted a grave for a dog that had passed away.

Apparently the friendship died before the grave was finished and now the hole in the ground is available for anyone wanting a shallow grave.

We saw a small animal across the creek. It was a ferret, weasel, otter, mink or something else. We never did agree on exactly what it was. 

We left with an intention to get together again. With luck, Michael and his wife will join us. 

The peaceful afternoon was a welcome ending to what started out as a very wet weekend.