Here We Go...

So, our budget for the next year (and beyond) was based on a "no disaster" principle. A bit of a stretch, since we've not really had a year free of financial catasrophe yet in our marriage, but it was really the only way to make the numbers add up.

Well, we're now three weeks or so in since Sharon's official resignation, and God has decided it's a good time for a curve-ball. Or, perhaps, a hit-by-pitch.

Yesterday, Sharon called to tell me that our washer is done. A 1969 model, we knew we were living on borrowed time. But why now? The same year our dryer goes down and, of course, we incur expenses ranging from asbestos removal to new furnace a/c & ductwork, new electricity, tree removal, and new toilet? *Sigh* So, that will not "add up," except in that it adds to our overall debt.

Then...last night...we discovered that our cat's breathing rate was extremely elevated (40-60 breaths per minute); a condition from which she was suffering last spring after the whole leg removal, when she developed her heart condition. Most likely, she has fluid in her heart. This morning, she was taken to the vet and she is probably in an oxygen tent, as I type. I think it is remediable; but of course, at a price. A price we will most likely be willing to pay.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: when it rains it pours.

And I've also said this before, and I'll say it again: I'm the opposite of most every famous person you see on Barbara Walters. Everything in my life is wonderful, except finances.