If "Bad Things Happen in Threes," I Really Hope I am DONE!

I'm definitely a realist, at least in some respects.

I'm definitely a dreamer and idealist in other... and sometimes I stray from the tangible and logical and get more woo-woo with things. Maybe we all do...

Sometimes I really struggle to remain cheerful...

So, it has definitely been "one of those weeks." You know, one of those weeks where it seems like you just can't catch a break... and I find myself just a whisker from sinking into a very negative place in which I start thinking that the Universe is out to GET me.

Last weekend, we ended up taking our lovely, sweet — but quite old — dog Daisy to the vet one final time.

The popular "mythology" is that part of responsible pet ownership is to administer "a final kindness" to our aging and ailing fur friends as their quality of life goes to zero. Which had become the case with Daisy.

So there we were, mourning the loss of our fur friend when another piece of devastating news came along: Our early-30's daughter — who had been pregnant for a while — lost the baby to a miscarriage.

Naturally, she's heartbroken and we're heartbroken... and sit there with that sense of helplessness you get when you realize that so many aspects of existence are not only very fragile, but also beyond our control.

Anyway, she now has to go into hospital for a D&C to remove the fetus which died in utero.

Thankfully, she's taking it well... all things considered.

Didn't exactly lighten the mood...

So, today was a gloomy, cold and rainy day, and we went to pick up Daisy's cremated remains from the vet.

On the way back home... our otherwise reliable pickup truck loses all power and there we are, stranded at the side of the highway.

A call to our "roadside assistance" provider turns into a total comedy of errors. They evidently don't have a contract with a local tow service in our area, and the service agent is trying to figure out — learning at our expense, it seemed — how to get an "out of network provider" to come tow the truck to the garage.

An hour passes. A second call is made. Seems the first agent dropped the ball completely... and the second agent is not doing much better... because she's in a call center 2,000 miles away and has no idea that our local geography is filled with islands and bays and that "nearest in a direct line" might require a 30 minute ferry ride... on a boat that goes every two hours!

The whole thing was so intensely frustrating that a couple of hours in we just said "to HELL with their tow service" and called a local service we know — not even five miles from where we were stranded — and they had a guy out in 15 minutes! It was definitely not rocket science...

Guess who's going to get the really GOOD Yelp review and who is NOT?

So, we managed to get home with Daisy's ashes... and a $145.00 charge for towing... and likely an $800 truck repair around the corner. And we'll be dependent on our rather dodgy second car for a while... the backlog at most of the car repair centers tends to be about 10-14 days...

So when I am saying that I really hope we're done with all this garbage, I have my good reasons!

And so, there's this old saying that "things come in threes," so I sincerely hope that the three really bad things are over and done with, for a long time... because I'm not sure how much more of this I can deal with, and still keep my sanity!

Thanks for stopping by, and have a great remainder of your weekend!

How about you? Do you ever have "one of those" weeks? Does it sometimes seem like bad things happen all at once, rather than spaced out? Or is that just our imagination? Leave a comment if you feel so inclined — share your experiences — be part of the conversation!

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Created at 2024.06.02 01:15 PDT
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