Is there some law of nature that I'm not aware of? Could it be that for every moment that you think everything is just peachy keen, you must live another moment of frustration and exasperation?
Yesterday morning broke clear and beautiful, a cloudless blue sky with a bright and cheerful sun poking up over the horizon. Around seven in the morning when I get up to walk the dogs, the sun is streaming through the bathroom window and down the hallway floor into the living room. But yesterday morning I noticed something different. Something was wrong with the floor, the new laminate floor that I put down just last year. The laminate floor that I bought to replace the laminate floor that was ruined by a leaky water line. The new floor was puffing up at the seams exactly like the previous one had. The search was on, where was the damn water coming from this time? After a bit of searching I found that the central air conditioning evaporator coil was clogged, and water was dripping steadily onto the floor. So this means I have to spend money to clear out the evaporator coil, and I have to spend money to replace the flooring that was ruined. I'm considering doing one of those Kickstarter things to pay for it. That's where you beg for money from the public to fund your whacked out project. I'll have to come up with a catchy name and premise though. Maybe, "The Puffy Floor Project". I'll call it an art project where I create floors that look like a ship's deck, just like pirates used to walk on.