So, dear reader, here is the flip side of the idyllic scenes described in the previous post, i.e., happy trip to Gatlinburg and fill-in volunteer work at Day Job enabled by Cherished Son. Timothy picked me up at school since he had brought me there after the chemotherapy training session, greeting me with the news that he had accidentally broken my gorgeous, huge computer monitor. Even though I had bought it last summer along with a new computer since my previous desktop is old and tottering (like another occupant of this house I could mention), I have barely used it because the Oldie has been holding up so far. Timothy brought home his own desktop and this gargantuan TV monitor that he uses for a computer monitor, but unfortunately has been rearranging cables and peripherals between his computer and my new computer for some dread purpose and the monitor just finally fell off the table.
In his frustration, he kicked the front door. Which is hollow. Now I have a broken front door. Which is one of a matched pair that has unusually deep-set locks because of their retro sunburst doorknob plates, just to make sure that replacement would cost the moon.
My somewhat aching incision and I trailed out to the garbage can to get the make and model of the monitor (with which I had totally bonded even with little use), so I could get the same thing at some point in the future (not possible now with these crushing medical bills hurtling at me from every angle). He had bashed it so badly (did he think it was a Taliban?) that it was impossible to locate the label.
In revenge, I am making him pick up the clothes off the floor of his bedroom. This should take several days.
Just another day in Paradise.