My mental therapy--broken
One fine day in May, I went out to sit in the swing and watch the chickens, the bushes, the leaves from last fall. I sat and the bottom right broke. The whole seat fell down. This is how I keep my equilibrium instead of taking anti-depressants. I have no idea how I am going to cope without it. Well, it may not be that serious, but I got an estimate of hundreds of dollars to fix it good as new with new boards, screws and bracing...sigh.
This swing is one of my great joys in life. I was so sad when it broke. This makes 7 weeks without it.
Do you ever have a turn of events that calls for money and the whole thing makes you sad?