So in addition to breaking my computer this week (which I managed to fix)…
My shower exploded.
{Only me…}
No, it’s not what you think. I was *NOT* misusing the variable pressure on my removable handheld massaging shower head.
I mean, if that was the case, *I* would have been the one screaming and gushing all over the tub.
Alas, that was not the case.
No, no… Apparently my pesky little faucet drip turned into a steady stream leak, which – after a few fix-it pirouettes in between – turned into a (fully clothed) soaking wet Smotch standing ankle deep in fire-hose strength spray splashing out of the wall (yes, the wall).
He was attempting to repair the problem… Let’s just say: It did not go well. [There was definitely gushing and screaming involved. However, it was not – I repeat, NOT – of the orgasmic variety.]
Plumber’s bill: $244.47
Smotchy’s damaged ego: Astronomical
Having a working shower: Priceless
Add in the fact that I also paid for car repairs (radiator) and remitted the hospital bill (surgery) on the same day as said Adventure In Plumbing – in addition to typical money-bleeding activities – this was an exceptionally expensive week.
{We’ll cover the amazing feats of The Incredible Shrinking Bank Account another time.}
Factor in the fact that we have both been sick, and I think it’s fair to say that Life was a bit… distracting… this week.
Which is why I sort of missed this:
Apparently, as of Thursday, I’ve been on this cloud for 3 years now. I think that makes me an official Toddler of Blogging.
I must admit, I was a bit surprised when I saw the little notification saying, “Hey, you’ve been rambling on about nothing for three years now!” (Mostly because I totally forgot about my blogiversary.) I mean, if they’re going to throw my blogging age in my face, the least they can do is bake me a cake. Or give me a crown. Or something. But nooooo. This little Bacchus-inspired medallion is all I get.
Ah, but that’s not exactly true, is it?
I mean, the medallion is nice and all.
But there’s quite a bit else I get from three years of blogging: I get all of you!
I’ve been fortunate to have great people in my virtual life (which is pretty much here and only here ~ I’m one of those strange creatures who does not believe in social media) over the past few years. Some of whom have become off-blog friends as well. People who call and text and email and care. People who listen and share and laugh and plan and meet me in the flesh. People who commiserate with me and cheer me when I’m down. People who question. People who feel.
People who send me things like this:
People who say “I hazsh been driiiinking” and proceed to philosophize.
People who go “Ghruuuuh…?” when I come at them out of left field.
People who don’t say anything at all when I need silence.
People who say “I love you” and mean it.
People who don’t say it but show it.
People who are strangely fascinated by hashtags.
#Ermagheard
#AddictedToHash
#YouKnowWhoYouAre
😛
😀
😉
People who don’t have all the answers and don’t expect me to, either.
People who have heard my story.
People who read between the lines.
Who seek the truth.
Who know heartbreak.
Who work toward healing.
People who engage with me.
On… multiple… levels.
Ahem.
😛
People who make mistakes.
People who are perfectly imperfect.
People who are real, and realness is a rare find in a virtual world.
I’ve had a helluva week. It’s one of those that will go down in the record books as Notably Hilarious In Retrospect (Smotch was quite a sight, standing in the shower spray), but that was a little tough to deal with In The Now. It was also one that made me really appreciate the quality of my relationships. Especially the ones that began as a result of my choice to inhabit this cloud space.
So whether you’re a first-time reader or a casual blog acquaintance, an exploratory visitor or a long-time friend…
Thank you for being here.
It’s been a great three years, and it’s all because of YOU.
🙂
I hate to say that 3 years of blogging is not a toddler, it is more like gerbil years (old age for a gerbil). Most people run out of steam in a few months (not a lot to say, or unable to say it) or lose interest because they don’t get readers or freak out when they realize how much work it is.
Glad both Smotch and the Shower have working plumbing.
You’re right. I hadn’t thought of that.
So I’m one of “the aged” then. Sort of a Dickensonian gerbil blogess. 😛
I should get a T-shirt made. 😉
And yes, (properly) running water is a wonderful thing. As for a properly running Smotch… Well, that’s a work in progress. He’s feeling better though, for which I am quite relieved.
Thank you blossom for keeping in real.
Your ability to write on the vast landscape of life and all that it implies nowadays from abstract to hysterical is one that is welcomed when you appear in the mail box.
Congratulations
Thank you!
It feels strange, realizing I’ve been blogging this long. As milestones go, its sort of like a boulder that sideswiped me when I was focused elsewhere (like on the Great Plumbing Disaster Of 2015). But I’m glad to have made it to royal gerbil status. (See comment above.) Now if I could just learn to twitch my whiskers… 😉
Now I am perplexed as to what one would be likened to on achieving 6 year status?
Haha! Probably a ferret. 😛
In the mid Sixties in the UK there was a radio show called “I’m sorry I’ll read that again” became a cult youth show as the performers were a mix of people that became The Goodies and Monty
Python.
John Cleese came up with the Ferret Song
https://www.google.com.au/search?q=There%27s+a+ferret+down+your+trouser+leg&biw=1280&bih=611&ei=qSmGVYncCsXcmgXt6YJA&start=10&sa=N#q=john+cleese+ferret+song
Several sketches evolved around the ferret down your trouser leg….
Not abusing the shower, hmmmm? 😉
Thank YOU for this blog. I wish I’d discovered you earlier!
And at three years you’re a veteran.
You rock!
Thank you! 🙂
Though I don’t rock these days so much as I roll. 😉
Which reminds me of another rock & roll post I’ve been meaning to put together…
LOL!
Sounds great 🙂
It has been a wild ride. I admit that I usually seek you out via email or text these days more than on the blog. I remember back when I devoted nearly two hours a day to reading, writing, and responding to blogs–primarily yours.
So here’s to a fascinating fun blogger and I selfishly wish you many years of successful expression.
I will always be glad for my time blogging, no matter how long I continue (or don’t), because doing so has led to meeting such beautiful people – like YOU. <3
And I have saved every one of your emails over the years. Sentimental, me. 🙂
I’m grateful for a great many things in my life, not least of which is the fact that we found each other.
xoxoxo
Thank you for inspiring me on so many levels. I’ve been aloof on my blog, but your words are much as I described music – they can soothe and they can set me up to take down a mountain 🙂
Congratulations on 3 years Feve ????
Grazi! ????
Um, I wasn’t done with my reply. o_O
#stupidphone
A n y w a y
Thank you for your words. They mean a lot to me. 🙂
And now I have that Sound Of Music song in my head: Cliiiiimb ev’ry mountaaain… 😉
{Sometimes it’s only a molehill.}
Congrats on your third year, a month late!
Thanks! 🙂