Fear of hose clamps

I just realized that it has been the better part of 9 months since I changed the water filter at my well head. As a result, the water is nearly at "drool" stage coming out of my shower head. The water's clean, but the water pressure is less-than-ideal, given that the filter between the pump and the house is clogged with rust.

Usually I am so good. But, confession time. I think I may have an unnatural fear of my water filter. To be more specific, I fear the hose clamps that surround the water filter. The last time I tangled with those bad boys, I ended up with this:



Lemme tell you, stitches on your knuckle are SO not fun. Neither is seeing your bone through the jagged flesh of your mangled knuckle.

But, alas, if I ever hope to take an invigorating shower again, I had best learn to get over my clamp-o-phobia, grab the strap wrench and get my scaredy ass down in the basement.

And don't even get me started on the spiders.

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Fire! Fire! Fire!

Starvation Gulch, the annual fall tradition at my alma mater:



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The aficionado

Overheard:

"I have discovered that boxed wine can be pretty fabulous because there's a lot of it in there."

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Boggles

Let me get this straight:

If someone loves you, she is naturally going to hurt you. One way to prevent this from happening is to deliberately do things that push her away or make her understand that she can't possibly REALLY love you. This goes hand-in-hand with assuming that everything she does has some ulterior and harmful motive. It's important to regularly inform her that she is trying to hurt you.

If you love someone, that very fact means that she will hurt you. The best course of action is to reject what your heart knows and pretend it doesn't exist.

Really, the safest course of action is to push away those who really love you and embrace those who don't. People who don't love you are the only ones you can be sure won't hurt you. They don't care enough to hurt you.

This, near as I can tell, is the reality for the bruised souls, the lessons they learned too early from the people who were supposed to love them the most. It's frustrating. It's heartbreaking. And, at times, I wonder if that damage can ever be repaired.

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