May Day & Murphy's Law

MAY DAY........MAY DAY....ahhhh the visions of youth dancing around the Maypole.....I can still recall last year when in an attempt to engage my 93 year old mother in "blogging",she told her own tale about May Day....what lovely images her story conjures up..I can almost smell the lily of the valleys.

Our May Day was a little different this year, as was Arbor Day

and Easter,
and well just about every day the last few weeks. We have begun to embark on a journey that no homeowner wants to....renovating, beginning with a new window in the den...
...and trust me any work in an 85 year old home is filled with surprises......

Take AC...no not Atlantic City, although had we won a million or two it would be easier to begin working on our "home". We do not have duct work....we have working ducks
.... but no duct work. That means that in order to install the central air conditioning, we have to have ducts run throughout the house, the closets, the walls, and anywhere else they feel we need them.

Why are we doing it now, after living here for twenty years? Well we currently have not one but SIX window units, and for all of you who think that if you live 3 blocks from the ocean that it is a cool breeze that you feel on hot summer nights...WRONG!

Sorry Charlie, but it is warm air...stagnant warm air. Also after the electric bills from last year, we decided to bite the bullet and get it installed. It gets a little insane turning the window units on and off, with the fans, all day long for Mom who is hot, then cold, then hot..no wait that's me now ;o) (hint hint)

That's where Murphy's law comes into the picture ( and the picture I will be referring to is none other than, "The Money Pit"

Right after we signed the contract to finance our major purchase, we had a storm here....and the roof began to leak....and then the hot water heater began to leak...and then my brains began to leak...I know that my brains leaked as well, because I saw Becky and Gus running away with them in the yard, trying to find a place to bury them
......that would be in the deep holes that we dug for the two trees we were planting for Arbor Day.

So here we are....with new trees, a new hot water heater, a repaired roof and awaiting the destruction of our home..be it ever so humble,as Dorothy said, "There's No Place Like Home!"