Cascading Events

Roof repairs and new wall put in in laundry room →

Pouring rain onto vulnerable roof in the midst of repairs →

Exciting leak springs up directly over closet, where our lovely wooden closet pieces were installed after painstaking hours of work →

Hours of work to install closet equals 10 minutes to disassemble and store in dry place. Wet clothing and towels abound →

New wall in laundry room is finished but washer/dryer not reinstalled until today when →

Jackhammer for a drain burst a water pipe. No laundry for you. Or me. Or whatever.

Amaretto sours are calling my name. What time is it? If you replace the words Bali Ha'i with the phrase amaretto sours, you get a good song:

♫♪ Amaretto sours may call you,
Any night, any day,
In your heart, you'll hear it call you:
"Come away...Come away."

Amaretto sours will whisper
In the wind of the sea:
"Here am I, your special drink!
Come to me, come to me!"

Your own special hopes,
Your own special dreams,
Bloom on the hillside
And shine in the streams.
If you try, you'll find me
Where the sky meets the sea.
"Here am I your special drink
Come to me, Come to me."

Amaretto sours
Amaretto sours
Amaretto sours!

Someday you'll see me floatin' in the sunshine,
My head stickin' out from a low fluin' cloud,
You'll hear me call you,
Singin' through the sunshine,
Sweet and clear as can be:
"Come to me, here am I, come to me."
If you try, you'll find me
Where the sky meets the sea.
"Here am I your special drink
Come to me, Come to me."

Amaretto sours,
Amaretto sours,
Amaretto sours!

Yes, I have gone a bit crazy.