The Gods Are Angry

Something we have done in our lives has really angered the gods.

 Our first clue was the low ball sale of our property.  That was followed by the delay of a whole year waiting for ground to be broken for our new condo.

I guess the next major occurrence was the failure of our dryer, resulting in six weeks of not being able to do laundry at home for reasons too numerous to mention.  The dryer failure was closely followed by the breakdown of the dishwasher.  This resulted in 2 weeks of paper plates and washing dishes by hand.  Then we were presented with a huge dishwasher repair bill, which if we had been informed of the amount, we would have just bought a new dishwasher.  That's enough proof of angry gods.

  But wait.  The day before yesterday, the garbage disposer backed up.  Dick had to go under the sink, take the pipes apart and clear everything out.  At least it was a quick fix, and no repair bill, but still...

This morning at 2:30, our furnace quit working.  We have sold our house, and the movers are coming tomorrow - what exquisite timing.  Fortunately Team Bob is available on short notice on Sunday.  The repairman is here now.  The new motor plus service call is $709.  I can't even believe it!  Knock me over with a feather.

 Yesterday I said that we are finally on top of everything.  Pride goeth before a fall.  So somehow we have angered the gods mightily - and I haven't even brought up the bad medical diagnosis and the broken down tractor.  So, we're very sorry for whatever we did, angry gods.  Enough already?