Yes, my beautiful and beloved blue fountain is no more. This morning the wind was crazy and the temperatures were plummeting. It’s going down below freezing tonight.
I got up and rushed outside and tried to decide how on earth I’d drain that fountain. It holds a lot of water and is very heavy. My grandson Riley just carried it outside for me about a week ago.
I tried leaning it off the step it sat on. And leaned and leaned it, with the water sluicing out. And my back gave. The back I’m paying $100 in co-pays alone every week to try to rehabilitate.
Heavens knows what the final bill will be once the insurance pays their part because my deductible is $8000.
And when it was cracked and broken, the bottom of the fountain having split off, I steadied it and sat and just stared at it for a few. I needed to get back inside because it was cold, so I couldn’t sit and stew over it long.
I couldn’t believe it. Just bought it last year for around $250. Thank goodness I got to at least deduct it.
I’ll have to break it up into smaller pieces just to get it out of here, which will probably break my heart all over again.
But then, they say don’t cry over spilt milk. And it’s definitely and utterly spilt.
I told myself at least it wasn’t something that happened to Charlie or Ivy and went in to make breakfast and coffee.
I’ll need to move it soon because seeing it from my chair through the French doors is very difficult, knowing it’s of no use to me now.
And I told myself something else. Take that nice pump I just ordered last week and figure out how to make my own fountain. Maybe out of galvanized tubs or buckets.
Something that won’t break.