One Thing Leads to Another

Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Dieppe, near Moncton, NB

Do you remember the poem entitled, “The House That Jack Built?” This is the cat that ate the rat that lived in the house that Jack built etc. So this morning, John was very anxious to leave early for the car dealer (Saturn, brakes, yes?), yesterday having been a big holiday with everything closed. So I skipped my shower (fine, I had one last night), threw on some clothes and started to prepare the Monster for lift-off. The pantry was open and two things had fallen out (how these things happen in the middle of the night I’ll never know). Rather than re-order the pantry, I simply took these two items and put them in the dish cabinet, then secured the doors. When I say he was in a hurry, I mean that male, leave-or-die kind of hurry.

We dropped the Saturn off and were later told we had yet another brake problem. We decided not to rent another car since we were already mobile in the RV. Instead, we made a series of visits to no less than five RV dealers, trying to also address a minor wiring problem that was leaving us horn-less. The last dealer was located deep in the heart of mud country, and when we three (Zeus too) entered the RV, solution-less again, we brought with us some of the vilest red mud you’ve ever seen.

Not to worry. I had my super secret X-rated carpet cleaner and set to work on the shoe and paw prints. Twenty sweaty minutes later, we were on our way with a clean rug, when John took a rock and the dish cabinet opened, releasing the trapped spaghetti sauce, which promptly shattered on the luxurious Corian countertop, then landed on the luxurious white brick floor, then splattered on the newly cleaned luxurious beige rug.

So much glass! So many tomatoes! So few clean spots on the rug!

Now I ask you. Who is to blame for this debacle? The man who was in too much of a hurry? The woman who let it get to her? The idiot who put the spaghetti sauce in the cabinet? The jerk who took the rock? The complete nut-job who decided to put his brand of spaghetti sauce in a glass jar? The dog who barked the entire time, then tried to consume glass-ridden spaghetti sauce? God?

It’s been an interesting day.

Betty