I am a pessimist by choice. I always expect and prepare for the worst. It is possible that this has become a self-fulfilling prophecy as I seem to be the butt of a series of never-ending cosmic jokes and misfortunes. Last night the rain came down hard in Texas. We got over 4 inches of rain in a little over two hours. It came in the house as the river of runoff found enough cracks and crevices in the south wall of the house to soak the carpets in the family room and the Princess’s bedroom.
We had to get electronics off the floor. My son had to rescue computer equipment and game machines. The wooden feet of furniture got soaked, and the carpet became spotted and squishy. I was feeling ill already, and a wet carpet will swiftly become a mold farm… mold I am highly allergic to. I have some carpet cleaning to do today. In fact, the carpet will have to be removed before too long.
But even though we got way too much rain in too short a time, and it did damage, rain does make the flowers grow. I will end up doing the carpet removal myself, as I have done twice before. The exercise will be good for my heart, my diabetes, and my arthritis. Exercise, though hard and painful, is a flower of goodness. I will also be able to control how we reshape and restore the floors. Tile is better for allergies than carpet anyway.
I have no money and I’m in poor health. Misfortune continues to rain down upon me relentlessly like raindrops in a thunderstorm. But I am prepared. I have know-how and a will to respond to misfortune. I needed another challenge about now. Eleventy-eleven bad things happening yearly is more or less the way it goes now. And rain does eventually result in flowers.