I think the creators of the Monty Python movies should follow me around for a while, as I would be great fodder for future cinematic endeavours.
2014 did not end on a great note. A tree fell on our cabin, causing significant damage. With insurance coverage, you probably think this isn’t a big problem. It is, though, when you take into account the ice-damage claim from two years ago and the fact that if you make a few claims, even though they are legitimate insurance matters, your insurer can refuse to renew your insurance and, if that happens, no other company will then give you coverage. (Don’t get me going on insurance companies.)
I was determined that 2015 was going to be a great year. Even when being reminded of the bad news in The StarPhoenix about the City’s increasing fees and levies, I looked for the good news which was, except for the 16-per-cent increase in recycling fees, I could avoid the rest of the increases by not using the other City services.
The next bad news was discovering that when I went to a store, bill in hand, to exchange a coat I bought my husband for Christmas for a different size, the same item would cost me an additional $50. Apparently the pre-Christmas sales were much better than the post-Christmas sales. The good news was that I found a much better deal at another store and overall saved a bit of cash.
Next up was picking up some clothes from the tailors. I debated with myself as to whether I should collect the items that day as I was walking, or wait until the following week when I would have my car. My inner voice told me to quit procrastinating, so I picked up the clothes. While walking to my destination I noticed the bag containing the repaired clothes was missing.
I turned to re-trace my steps and saw the parcel lying near the curb of the intersection and started trotting back to retrieve it. Just as I approached the corner, I saw a bus coming and started praying the bus wouldn’t drive over it. My prayers went unanswered. Oh well, I thought, the clothes might need laundering, but at least I would recover the items that cost a king’s ransom to alter. I was wrong. As the bus pulled away, I noticed the parcel had not dropped to the ground.
As I was waving at the departing bus to stop, a kindly bus driver pulled up behind the departing bus and invited me to hop on because the bus ahead would be stopping at the bus mall, two blocks up the way for a five-minute wait. We watched to see if the parcel would drop off. It didn’t. The good news is that kindly bus driver did not charge me a fare for the two-block ride.
Back to the bad news, the clothing that I paid $65 to repair is long gone. The good news is that I missed walking by the police shootout in downtown Saskatoon by five minutes which, given my current run of bad luck, saved me from catching a stray bullet. Notes to self: silence the inner voice; procrastination is not always a bad thing.
The next bad news came when I returned home and went to the freezer to get dinner fixings, only to discover the freezer had died and most of the food inside was spoiled. The good news was that I retrieved what was salvageable and put the still useable food in a cooler outside. It was the only time I was thankful for our extreme cold. Since bad news seems to follow good news, as I write this the weather has improved and the salvaged food in the cooler will now follow the rest of my freezer contents into the garbage.
If you are thinking that things can’t get any worse, you would be wrong. I opened the fridge to discover all the fruits and vegetables had frozen. The fridge is on the fritz. It’s doing what the freezer should be doing. If there is any good news here, it is that both my husband and I will enjoy much-needed weight loss.
What more could go wrong? Well, the house felt a little chilly the other morning. Yup, the furnace was out. What the hell is going on?
I will be flying out of here soon to Calgary to grandparent the world’s cutest granddaughter for a few days. If you are heading in that direction you might want to ask Air Canada to check the flight manifest to see if I’m on it and, if so, think about taking another carrier. The good news here is that I am leaving my husband in Saskatoon to deal with all these problems.
This is the start of 2015. I still have eleven and a half months to go.
P.S.: If anyone found a white plastic bag containing three old skirts, please make my day and call me.