Little things

It's the little things that really get me down.

I was over at the house again last night trying to clean up and move the last of things before work begins hopefully next week.  The house is hot and stuffy and smells from what is draining out of the 26 cubic feet of food and milk rotting in the deep freezer in the pantry.  I took a break and as I sat on the front porch to cool off for a couple of minutes I noticed on the table outside, between other random detritus from the house, a broken wine glass.  I picked it up and realized that it was one of a dozen hand blown wine glasses that were given to us as a wedding present from Rich's aunt.  These particular glasses were in the buffet in the dining room along with the wedding china and managed to not be damaged during the tree falling.   The china and other items from the buffet were packaged by the Service Master people directly after the tree fell and the only thing I can think is that it was damaged then.  I wonder how the rest of the china is faring.  I have no idea how much this particular glass is worth monetarily - my guess is not much - but I started to cry when I saw it because of what it meant sentimentally and how it can't be replaced.  We can't get another set of hand blown glasses from his dead aunt for our wedding.

I know we're very lucky that no one got hurt and the rest of this is just stuff.  I try to keep that in perspective every time I play with my babies or kiss my husband, but it's these little things like the wine glass that make this all suck just that much harder.