I Broke The Apartment

It was bound to happen because nothing is ever perfect, try as we might.  30 minutes until company arrived.  The rain storm had rolled through and the steamy weather gave way to refreshing evening breezes.  Diana Krall was jazzing up on the new wireless stereo speaker, the champagne was chilling along with the prosciutto and melon appetizers.  

Elegant Evening Ahead

I stopped snapping at the "help" (Mike and Jake) to clean faster and decided to take one last walk through to make sure we were ready for guests.  After all, this was our first small soiree in a new home and I was nervous, the apartment had to be perfect!  It was at that moment, I decided to open the living room windows for some fresh air.  It was also at that moment, a gale force wind blew through the room slamming both windows closed causing the exterior window to shatter.  Shards glass crashed to the street below, scattering along the sidewalk and on top of parked cars.  It was a scene from "The Omen" without the creepy music or decapitation.  

I frantically closed what was left, leaving the curtain flapping outside the apartment, my screaming causing the other windows to shake in their frames.  Mike rushed down to the street to make sure no kinders, puppies or Porsches were injured and began picking up the glass.  When he returned and asked what the bleep happened, I told him: "I broke the apartment."

Missing His Buddy

Pane Full to See

Shards Still on the Sill

Today, my reflection is on the perfect moments, instead of the perfect apartment.  The clink of the crystal instead of the crash glass.  The happy memory of cheers and conversation.  The relief that there were no injuries or damaged property below.  The prayer that the rental insurance adjusters have not seen The Omen.