Caution: Spinning Plates!

Well, it's pretty much official - in 24 hrs, Klara and I will be almost homeowners. That's right - we're only almost homeowners because the vendors' (current owners) financial person/institution have moved settlement back by one day. Grr.

Luckily, there is a bit of a loophole - Klara and I can sign some bit of paper that gives us the keys and access to the house. The catch is that if anything happens to the house it becomes our problem. Here's hoping that the place doesn't burn to the ground... :(

In other news, I have confirmed a theory of mine - one that examines the ironies of life. The theory?

No matter what, Life is incapable of being perfect.

Now some of you may scoff and say, "Brilliant newsflash, Captain Obvious," but I don't refer to the fact that the world is messed up, or that humanity is screwed - my revelation stems from the level of everyday being. It comes from the realization that no matter how many things can be going right, there will always be something that goes wrong. I know it sounds like Murphy's Law in a different outfit, but hear me out.

For the last few years, I've been speculating on an emerging pattern - as you deal with the obstacles that crop up in life, when one is put to rest, another obstacle takes its place.
Which means that life turns into an episode of plate-spinning. Yes plate-spinning. That wonderful spectacle of some guy wowing you with balance and precision that eventually snowballs into frantically trying to keep all those plates from crashing down.

For those of you completely lost, here's the mysterious tie-in:
Over the last couple of years I've had various issues crop up in life - needing a job, needing a place to stay, family dramas, etc. It would always seem like after getting one segment of life dialled in, a completely different segment would suddenly be a plate that was starting to fall. So, I'd run over and keep that one spinning, and then another would start to fall, and so on, and so on...

And it's frustrating. Unbelievably frustrating. Something that was working perfectly is now wobbling dangerously, and about to break. Even the things you think you can depend on to be unshakable. Call me cynical (or maybe just depressed), but life just has a way of pulling the rug out from under your feet, even (or is it especially?) the rugs that you think are nailed to the floor...

Maybe that's why I prefer hardwood flooring.