I haven't sunk yet...

In a recent attempt to locate lost car keys I emptied my purse finding; the kitchen phone,(missing three days), a bottle of Xanax, a prescription for an antidepressant, and a small florescent statue of the Virgin Mary.  This is a summation of my life.  19 years of marriage, three teenagers, and a husband who decided the good life was no longer football games and dance recitals, but an extended picnic in the Redwoods with a thrice married, big boned Heiress in a used RV.  After moving from the family home, (a story within itself, during the moving phase I likened my life to an Alfred Hitchcock movie in which I was the star.) we settled into a three bedroom condo amongst a group of senior citizens who spend their days policing  the dumpster out back and making certain the lint is removed from the dryer.  I compare this move to a pack of wolves venturing into a chicken coop. And I am "pack leader."  I have received scathing notes on the dryer regarding the proper procedure for lint removal,  my teenage son has been accused of causing the paint to chip from the exterior of the building because of his heavy footsteps upon the stairs,  and at all times I must obey the rule about no air conditioning after 8p.m. It may wake the dead.  I won't go into detail about the fire department arriving at nine p.m. last thursday after catching the kitchen cabinets on fire with a pan of forgotten oil on the stove. I was occupied  redoing my eharmony profile to fit that of a prospective "communication,"  ignoring my daughters comment about something burning, I looked up to find a smoky haze settling in on the living room. True, I risked the kitchen to communicate with a complete stranger about my love of hiking,  (all three times in my life.  The last hike occurring when my son was five.  He is now 18.)  This blog is dedicated to my incredible friends who responded to my countless SOS texts at all hours of the day and night.  The ones who assured me perhaps HE had just hit his head, had a small stroke, it was long term exposure to mold, or that this was just a dream and  life would return to as I knew it to be. ( All the while adding their names to a petition asking him to leave town.)  To those who assured me if I wore my underwear inside out my luck would change.  I must admit, I asked no questions just excused myself to the bathroom  so I could immediately comply.  And I thank  my children who removed all the old photos I had hidden of their father, along with his favorite baseball cap in an effort to have me stop crying and begin to move forward.  I believe there exists a balance in life and even with the trials I have endured and those trials to come there have been countless blessings.   I haven't sunk yet!

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