Dropping like flies

In the wee morning hours on Sunday, my grandmother bought the farm... And no, I'm not getting a pony.

If any readers, (I know I've got a couple of stalker readers who loom in the shadows, in addition to my one bread-based commenter,) know about or share in my love of the show "The Walking Dead" then you know what I'm talking about when I say we are not planning on keeping her in the barn. I know my jokes come off as callous, and that I am trivializing the demise of someone who was very dear to me, but but please don't misunderstand. In addition to the fact that humor is how I cope with unpleasant situations, she had been very very ill for a long time, so I've had some time to come to grips with the fact that this day was coming, and frankly, I am grateful that she is no longer suffering, because that is what her life had devolved to.

I feel like all I seem to do around here anymore is report bad news and unfortunate circumstances. And as such, I admit to thinking about hanging it up and calling it a day here at the happy hour. I haven't come to a final conclusion yet, but I feel like I owe it to the few people who still read this garbage to admit that it has at least crossed my mind.

So there's that...

How is that karma thing supposed to work?

So after the plumber left the other day, I figured I might as well go ahead and get the hardware on the windows in the breakfast room. While I was up on a chair, working on my pilot holes, I noticed a moth trying to get out.

Trying to be karmically proactive, I cupped one hand over him against the window pane, and used the other hand to unlock the window so I could let it out... Little did I know that during the extensive construction that has gone on at my house, someone manipulated that window so that if you unlatch it, the top half slams down to meet up with the bottom half, rather than hanging out up top, waiting for the bottom half to be lifted. Of course, seeing as I had my hand on the latch to unlock it, the top half of the window slammed down and crushed one of my precious digits... I'm pretty sure that If I hadn't been wearing a ring, I would have a seriously broken finger, because it is still pretty painful to move, and very swollen, and my ring was mangled.

And as I freed my hand from between the top and bottom halves of the window, I watched that little moth fly out into the beautiful sunny day... And then I cursed profusely.