turns out

Turns out you can count on it to happen, on little things to go wrong.

I put the boys to bed this evening, preheated the oven for Andy's dinner right before he texted that he was heading home. Poured wine. Began to unload the dishwasher, putting a few vases away in the old hall cabinet. The entire shelving system collapsed.  Glass everywhere. Good news: the cacophony did not wake the boys. And although pretty much a million mason jars were shattered, none of the blue vases I'd been collecting for my sister's wedding were broken.

Several weeks ago our water meter broke and was leaking in the basement, the unfinished part, fortunately. The city worker who came to fix it actually created a much larger problem, accidentally. Water flooded our driveway and froze, a private ice rink. Neighbors knocked on our door daily, to make sure we were aware of the situation. The sump pump ran non-stop for weeks and the front yard has been bull-dozed. But water did not sneak into our new home. And we hadn't begun to landscape. And the boys LOVE mud.

We needed to mop after men traipsed in and out, through the mud, replacing the meter, again.
Grandparents offered to have the boys, and the clean up work was much easier without "help" from small people.

We wrecked a rental van, twice, on vacation a few months ago. We received notification in the mail that it has been repaired and paid in full by the credit card company through which we arranged the rental.

All this recent rain and our chimney is leaking, a lot. A big masonry bill looms, but also, our tax return is on the way.

Last week, my sister didn't have all the official paperwork she needed to get married next week. At the courthouse, they were sent away from the probate desk, taking what they did have down to the magistrates. They watched various interactions from the end of a long line, and hoped they'd wind up in front of the guy on the left, the one who seemed most affable. The one who was able to verify information online and send them back upstairs to the marriage license clerk.

Turns out you can count on it to happen, on little things to go right, like choreographed grace.