Sigh

Clearly I've felt completely uninspired to post. There is a lot of turmoil at work, one of the soup kitchen's my boy and I were very involved in has decided to close their doors for good as of June 30 and it feels like every project my boy and I attempt to tackle ends worse than it started. We went to help my in-laws with some work at their house last week. I feel like the following story really explains how EVERYTHING we touched worked out: My boy was taping a mirror that had been moved out of the room we were working on. His father had attempted to use glass cutters to cut it up small enough to fit into a garbage bag but had given up. Thus, my boy was taping the shards still attached to the frame so they didn't cause any harm. In the process he leaned it against a fence his parent's have. It is a split rail fence (I think) where the horizontal slats balance on little notches in the vertical slats. While he was leaning the mirror up against the fence and moving it for the taping process, the top horizontal slat fell of the ledge on which it was balanced. He grabbed for the slat and in the process the second slat fell and the mirror was in the process of falling glass forward onto the stone path. I started screaming about the mirror I could picture shattering into a million pieces on the stone path as I rushed forward to catch it. My boy, meanwhile, was trying to grab a slat rolling onto the country highway (so not a lot of cars, but cars that move fast if/when they do come)and realizing that the reason all of this was happening was because the second vertical slat had rotted out and toppled from the movement of the mirror activity (meaning now no horizontal slats could balance for that half of the fence). My boy's father was standing on the porch shouting the whole time, watch the "rain gauge!! Not the rain gauge!!" To which my mother-in-law was shouting at him "GET A GRIP!!" The rain gauge did indeed come off the fence, it's plastic, it was attached via a paint stirrer to the fence and it is NOT a family heirloom. . . That rain gauge though, still hangs over our head, not only did the mirror not end up getting picked up by the trash guy the next day and the fence remains in a pile of pieces, but the rain gauge was cracked in the process of working on something else on the house and now, I believe, my boy might be out of the will. It's ok though, a few more visits like our last one and the house won't be worth much. . . .