Yesterday was a windshield day. Every single project the Senior Chief and I worked on had to be left unfinished until another, critical issue was addressed.
Finish installing the new fresh-water pump? The switch on the control panel fails. Wire up the new bathroom fan? Blow a fuse. Painfully crawl under the dash of the Lincoln (to fix the little problem there before we can put it up for sale); works one day and fails again the next.
Why is it inevitable that everything takes more time and more money than you estimate?
What would life be like if everything came in under budget and ahead of schedule?
Mother's Day, 2011
"Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face." George Eliot
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