The old saw about a house being a pit into which you throw money always seemed a sort of gallows humor to be recalled when the furnace goes out or a window needs replaced. It's the sort of easy camaraderie you feel with your fellow Catholic when you're both giving up chocolate during Lent. But now the cliche seems to hit a little too close to home, pun intended, given the river running through the basement and the river of expense to repair (more than what was my annual starting salary).
I'm slightly bemused by how people think water in the basement is simply a sump pump problem. Hard to explain the walls are caving in and for that reason the cost is stratospheric. I look at it as less money for my profligate relatives, whom we'll have to likely support when they all go bankrupt in the coming depression.
At Mass today learned the visiting priest was a five year missionary to Kenya. He'd had an AK-47 pressed to his temple while his friend and fellow Dominican was beaten to death. Wow. Incredible how unworthy I felt to receive the Lord given this real, life, walking, talking example. And, as stated in the title, it sure puts trivialities in perspective.