Summer Disasters.....

We have long joked about belonging to the $1000-Disaster-of-the-Month Club, but of late the membership has been more quiescent. We no longer count our expected medical bills as "disasters."  They are simply part of our annual background costs, budgeted for ahead of time.  And we keep a pretty healthy emergency cushion on hand for when the life-gives-you-lemons-so-you-gotta-buy-a-freakin'-lemonade-stand crap happens. We do, honest.

But this summer....holy cow.

Very early in pool season, the grands left the gate open and Maisey got up onto the pool deck. Since the other dogs can swim, or hate the water and stay away, it didn't occur to them to watch the new puppy (who, at 8 months old was about 70 pounds of solid dog.) 

Who can resist that smile?

She fell in, panicked, and tore the aging pool liner in her struggle to get out.  REALLY tore it.  Repair was really not an option,  We love our pool, so replacing the liner was the obvious choice.

Worth it. Grandkids love pools.  I love pools.  It's a good combination.

This is a very old picture LOL

Then our Larry got Lyme disease, and a repeat of his stomach bug stuff.  Why is it that the dogs always get sick on weekends when the affordable vet is not in? 

We forgive you, Larry. 

At the end of LAST month the hot water heater on our side died - right after I had bought plane tickets to go see Citygirl in Napa. (She says I need to change her BlogName, since she hasn't been a resident of the Big Apple in years, and wine country of one sort or another is her future.  Since she's an executive in the Culinary Institute of America, could we go with CIABaby?  Probably not.)  The trip was amazing.  Hot water is vital.  We managed.

Things appeared to be calming down a bit, but earlier this evening, Curlygirl sent me this from her apartment, which is the other side of our house:

Well, heck.  That's a bit of a problem.  Even more so since Babygirl and I are booking off to Delaware tomorrow morning to see her neurologist for her Botox injections, so Hubby gets to deal with this one on his own.  Our handyman's been alerted but he can't do anything until the roof leak that caused this has been fixed.  I see some re-wiring in our future as well.  

Yippee Skippy. 

I've been working on not cussing so much. They say God loves a challenge, right?

DeeDee