Things change whether I want them to or not. I have no say in whether I age or if the sun rises and sets. Sometimes I like to imagine that I have complete control over my life; then a day like today rears it’s head and I am once again proven wrong. Change began for me at eleven o’ clock this morning, when my well meaning land lord sent in a repair person to fix our stove. It was running about 100 degrees too hot, so I figured this would be a good thing to fix. The person came, tinkered for awhile, then left. Ten minutes later I got a phone call from downstairs, “You’re getting a new stove. We don’t know when, but it will be soon. Also, there will be another person in to fix your sink tomorrow.” This means that I have three days worth of dirty dishes (bad, I know) in my kitchen that I can do absolutely nothing about. I figured at this point everything else was going to be okay and sat down to try an knit an ornament for the craft fair I have coming up on Saturday. Around this time my husband calls, “Our car has been declared a total loss.” he says. What does this mean for us? We have to go deal with the bank then the insurance company and go clean out the car so that eventually we can have a new car. Oh, and I have to spend most of tomorrow doing homework and finishing all the printing and prep work for the craft fair on Saturday. I can appreciate that I will have new things in my life soon, things that work, things that are not a crunched up mess, and things that will cook my food properly, but did it have to happen with so much drama?