Day fifty-one, weird

Now that spilled coffee has shorted out my trusty laptop, I am back to multi-tasking the quad-core G5. This information added to the 'weird series of events' that have led us to this very morning.

As any competent (employed) screenwriter knows, conflict is everything. When things appear to be at their absolute worst, toss another monkey wrench into the works and watch (raptly) as your hero responds.

Indy summed this up perfectly with a single word:

Snakes.

You get the idea. My sister asked just a few mounts ago a simple question.

What has happened so far?

OK.

Risk.
Speculation.
Cost.
Taxes.
Insurance.
Unemployment.
Debt.
Interrest.
Hope.
Work.
Collapse.
Ruin.
Hospitals.
Doctors.
More debt.
Bankers.
Overdrafts.
Depression.
Fear.
Anger.
Love.
Loss.
Violence.
EKG.
Endoscopy.
Collections.
Insomnia.
Anxiety.

And of course, another pair of ambidextrous pearl handled monkey wrenches added as bonus. The laughing cosmos says, 'no extra charge'.

So the cabin that was once an art project, providing three decades of solace and soothing escape from the horrors of this modern world, needs to be knocked-down and hauled off in a dumpster so that I can salvage the value of the lots, sell, and escape this 'weird series of events'. And thereby move forward towards another place and time.

Where I can employ the myriad lessons offered in this final chapter of high drama (comedy) and try again.

My loss, however, could be YOUR gain. Have 150K disposable? Cash me out.

Really, how weird could it get?