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As I have mentioned before we live in a condo community. The living areas are a miss-mash of one-floor, two-floor, single and double occupancy residences. Everybody gets a garage. I'm in a 2-story but the woman next to me is in a single. The other day I opened the garage and saw this.


The paint from the ceiling was coming down in clumps and it was raining inside.  This surreal vision was something new to me.  


What had happened was the neighbor's water heater had sprung a leak and come down on   my garage.  Good thing I didn't have an old car in there.  Although I always kept mine under cover, this wet, soppy, paint and drywall plaster would not have been good for my car.  As it was, nothing was damaged.


I post this just so you know that things happen in Paradise, as well as in God's Country, the Midwest.  


After a 4-car garage this one isn't much, but its better than nothing.  


They tell us some people will be around to put up new dry wall, but I'm not really too concerned.  It's not mine, after all, and everything still works as it should.  I guess I've got other things to occupy my worries than a little water and fallen plaster.  Mark it as just one of those things that happens in life and move on.  Other calamities far worse than this are probably in the hopper.  It's all about perspective.


And all better again.

My worries:

Whether to adopt a dog or not. (Oh my.  that's a post all by itself.  I did, but I didn't.)
A bike ride North scheduled for 2013.
A cruise scheduled for 2013.
A bike ride West scheduled for 2014.
Boxers or boxer briefs. 

You get the idea.  It's never as bad as it seems, and it's never as good as you'd like it. Fumble, stumble, right yourself and keep moving.  That's life. 


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