Finding Joy in the Corner of My Home

My only intention was to clean. So much more happened.

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Something needed to happen. Clearly there were evil spirits living my house. My daughter and I tried to have sense of humor about it. We named one of the evil spirits Jorge and cleaned up mess after mess. I was strongly considering that I might need to find some kind of Native American Shaman to smudge sage in this place.

Things escalated to the point where a Catholic priest for a full blown exorcism might be a better idea.

In the last year I’ve dealt with: a cracked pipe inside a wall flooding the house, a broken garage door, a tree falling on a wall, my pool falling apart, and an undetected shower leak ruining a wall.

A few weekends ago, I hit an irrigation line in my front yard. I had to shut off the water to my whole house and the yard. I struggled to get it fixed. Nothing was coming together.

At one point, I sat with my feet beneath me in the front yard, covered in mud, sweat and blue plumbers’ glue and sobbed. I didn’t care what the neighbors thought. I just sobbed, hopelessly.

It was clear that my house hates me. But, really, I can’t blame it. I’d hate…