I am blessed. I forget that sometimes. I forget that most times.
I have a wonderful family. I have a house. I have food, running water (usually).
A few days ago I went to water a rose bush, and stupidly assumed that the two hoses were tangled up, so I gave a hugemongous yank. There was only one hose. A geyser, similar in proportions to Old Faithful appeared. My husband still loves me.
Today, the washer made a weird noise and presently water was covering the floor. Every towel in my house was used up wiping the water up. Thankfully, I have awesome family members close who came to help me. And wash my towels.
Adeline and I have been reading The Little House books, and I've been continually inspired by their lifestyle. I want it. I really do. Even more so when things happen like today.
I am extremely blessed, however. Even tho this stuff happens, it's a little adventure. Plus, it would get annoying to have to draw water from a well all the time. Or a creek.
