When it rains, it pours.

When it rains it pours – sometimes literally.  The thing that takes all the glee out of a good old-fashioned downpour is the fact that it poured while I was gone and my sump pump unceremoniously expired in my absence.

Not good.  The carpeting and most other things on the floor in my home’s lower level have had an extended visit with water – and not in a spa-like experience kind of way.  It couldn’t be happening at a busier time either – uff dah.

But hey, I am an emergency management professional and this is, in the big picture of life, fairly minor – truly annoying and unnecessarily time-consuming – but minor.  So, if you see me over the next few weeks and I am walking around in a daze muttering to myself you will know that it is a temporary condition brought on by too many projects and compounded by an unexpected experience in the joys of sump pump failure…this too shall pass.

Day four hundred and forty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

About Ms. C

I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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