Murphy Calls

Illustration from QUESTIONS, by Lee Bennet Hopkins

Here I sit amongst my belongings piled high

around me. Waiting for the fates to finish

with their latest form of amusement.

Postponing my date with the window

replacement guys.

Yes, that which was originally scheduled for

Wed. Aug 4, then moved to Thurs. Aug 5 has

now gone on to Fri Aug. 6. I'm thinking next

Monday or Tuesday is probably more like it.

The problem, my dear Watson, seems to be

something lacking in the equipment on the

roof that handles and/or supports the sling

apparatus required by the men working on

the outside of the building. While I naturally

want these guys to be safe and secure as they

dangle 37 stories above the pavement, I would

also like this to be over within my lifetime,

preferably before my next birthday in May.

From past experiences, I know the only way

is to convince the Fates, who report directly

to Murphy, patron saint of all things out of

our control, that I don't care a fig about all

the mess and inconvenience. At which time,

they will move on to annoy whomever is next.

PS: Meanwhile, the cat boys are enjoying all

the new places to hide behind and under

tarp covered moved furniture and books.