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Week from Hell

Very possibly this week was, a was my good friend John Ray once said, a week full of white man's problems. In other words, no one I knew died in a tower fire in London, perished in the Mediterranean trying to flee from the chaos of the middle east or did we suffer personal injury. But stress is relative and reaction to stress can have serious consequences.

We gave up trying to find a home to purchase. The market here, for houses in our desired price range, is volatile. We are trying to get financing and it's been difficult. We made one offer on a home and it was turned down. Other homes we liked were gone before we could act. Maria wisely called a time out.

Seasonal allergies have laid my wife low. I do not share this malady and therefore can't really do more than making her the occasional soothing cup of tea. It's kind of like having the child with this type of thing. I love her and I hate to see her in pain and not be able to sooth her.

The Mother Nature brought out one of her kick-ass wind and rain storms. As I documented on Facebook, we got dumped on big time. The rain we could have handled, but for the hole in the roof. And how did I get a hole in the roof? Just before the storm hit the wind picked up blowing our front window blinds out. Recognizing the impending arrival of rain, I closed the windows and moved to the back of the house to check windows there. When the Ash tree, seven feet in diameter and 100 ft in height went over, it took out the eave on the corner of the living room crashed down on the bedroom wing with sufficient force to knock the bathroom window out of square, split the eave and open up the ceiling in the bathroom sending drywall and the blown insulation down into the sink, commode and floor.



Thank you, Michael Horne, for IDing the tree species.

Did I mention the monsoon rain that followed the tree harvest? 

The question of the week. What do Maria and Jeff do when everything is falling apart around them?

Answer: Move.

From what will become, the final days of Camp Jeff on the shores of Lake Maria
This is Poppa Jeff, till we meet here next week.

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