Ain't No Handyman or Murphy's Law or It Sure Ain't My Week...

I've laughed at few friends' tales like Mad Snapper's Murphy's Law and Two Men and a Little Farm's Epic Bathroom Battle   Really enjoyed their stories,  I just couldn't help myself...and Karma bit me!

My paybacks began when I laughed, of course, but the first pay back came from the brilliant idea of placing this desk in the main house after I cleaned it.

Beautiful little desk with a place for your pen and your ink well. A few carvings and scratches but a pretty piece nonetheless.

Yep, this was my downfall (and laughing at other people's woes).  First I diligently worked to bring the water hose to the patio at the bottom of this TALL porch.  After I have it ready to go I remember we have no power.  No power means no water.

Not to be stymied by this little set back I struggled and brought the desk up the steps to oil and clean it.

I proceeded to clean at least sixty years of dust and grime from this wonderful piece.  My plan was to set it in my entry hall as a handy spot to sit while taking off my boots.  Seat folds up or down, small foot print for a beautiful piece of history.  Lemon oil and iron cleaner and a filthy rag later I stepped off the porch backwards...I think.

As I'm trying to regain my balance I decide it's a good idea to grab the desk. Well, it was a good idea, sorta. The desk had enough weight that I spun around like someone working on uneven parallel bars. This would have made a great video! I am finally, after hours of trying to completely fall, able to grab the porch rail and bring every thing to a screeching halt.

The desk was unharmed and silently sat where I had placed it...I think it was laughing.  My right forearm hit the first CONCRETE step, my hip hit the third.  Hurting like crazy I decided not to finish cleaning.  I did not tell Hubby til I healed for fear of him bird-dogging me where ever I went.  Good thing is I have no broken bones.  The bruises are fading but the desk still sets.

This was the no power day and the beginning of The Electronic Strike.  The power returned almost 24 hours later minus phone and internet.

Then the washer died.  One of those wonderful HE washers that are worthless! This is the third time it's died while still under warranty. Will be a month before some one can repair it. If it wasn't under warranty I could have it repaired in less than three days.

Phones were out. Got them back, nothing but static.  Hubby worked on that and finally this morning the phone man came for the second time and said power surge was the culprit.

Now the internet has changed my setting to WEP and I need WPA2.  My brilliant nephew, Toni, told me that.  Now I have to call the internet service to reset every thing.

Oh, I almost forgot...I have a pipe leaking in the bathroom!

If I have another week like this, I going "off the grid" doing candles, books, and the wash board.

I'm feeding that Mr Murphy some laxative where he has something to do besides bother me.

Here's my shirt.

Have a great day.