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January 24th, 2013 by Temple City Tribune
The faucet leaks in the bathtub. The filter screens on the hoses in the washer need changed. The handle on the under-the-sink cupboard keeps coming off in my hand and one-half of the magnetic latch is missing from the broom closet.
Those things are not catastrophic. They are not life-threatening. They are just damned annoying.
They can be repaired but that takes time and patience. Time is at a premium. Patience is short, in part, because I’m so damned annoyed that things are not right.
It really is the little things in life that drive us up the wall isn’t it? My mother used so say, “The mountains we climb, the mole hills we trip over.”
I suspect we trip more often today because we are running faster. Society is moving at such a pace that as individuals we run like hell just to stand still.
Three days after Christmas I was taking an early morning walk inside the Mall. As I passed the very first store my suspicion was confirmed. In the corner of the window stood the half dismantled Christmas tree. Right beside the tree was a newly completed Valentine display. I felt a moment of panic. I feared by the time I finished my trek, the tree would be gone and the Easter Bunny would be smiling at me.
Of course that might not be all bad. The Easter Bunny gets around to a lot of houses. Maybe he will know where I can find a good handyman. I used to have a good handyman but, because he is good, he has moved on to bigger things. He doesn’t have time to repair my faucets and mend my doors.
I found him. I referred him. I lost him. That’s damned annoying.
Truth be admitted, I haven’t totally lost him. He fits me in between his other jobs but I have to hang around half the day waiting for him. That’s only kind of annoying.
Ah well, right now I don’t have time to worry about him, or the faucet, or the door, or the handle or latch. You see, I have to take my car for a Smog Check. Now that’s REALLY damned annoying.