“A host is like a general: calamities often reveal his genius.”
There is very little that can crush the spirit of Small Dog, minions, but taking one’s car in to be serviced and having what one has long suspected confirmed as true – it needs new tires – is a spiritual and financial blow. I handed over the credit card with clear eyes and teeth clenched. It’s awfully hard to keep improving one’s savings when one’s car decides to be disagreeable.
And then, because my cup was not yet full, we had a couple of people visit from the parish yesterday. I was just finishing up dicing cheeses and fruits to broil on french bread slices (Palm Sunday pretensions, kittens, because I was in no mood to cook a full meal) when they knocked. I figured they wouldn’t be staying too long so I’d let the oven heat up while they visited. Ten minutes later, I smelled burning and realized that I had left my pizza stone in the oven and that the oils in it were beginning to smoke. The fire alarm went off. All the windows had to be open. I joked and laughed the whole thing off, but I was secretly mortified.
That pizza stone (which has given me no end of angst) is now at the bottom of the trash bin. Cheap pieces of….
J. has only one more final and then we are done (free!) with his undergraduate degree! Thursday and Friday are his graduation celebrations, and then we throw ourselves full time into grad school preparation – in spite of car related financial irritations.
How was your weekend, my loves?