Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I went up to our cabin to make sure our daughter had turned off the water and sure enough, she had missed turning it off at the path.  We washed all the sheets and vacuumed and took a walk, went to a nearby pizza place for dinner and got up early yesterday to return home.  Aha!  A puddle in our road.  Something in the water line had cracked and then broken more when we did the laundry, I guess.  So, we have to find a plummer, have the road dug up and fix the pipe, which is too near the surface of the road anyway.  The culprit is the utility company that took down some dead trees and in doing so hauled huge trucks and cranes up our road, which is dirt and gravel.  But fighting that fight isn't worth it, and we still have some dead trees they aren't responsible for, so we need to get a private tree company up to take out the others, and probably before we fix the water line, as they will have trucks as well.  The cabin has been, for over thirty years, a lesson in change and going with the flow and surprise after surprise.  There is the constant threat of fire and a tree coming down on the cabin, and as the cabin is historical, that means everything is deteriorating faster than we can fix it.  It's hard work having a cabin, and often your vision of reading a book by the fire or sitting on the deck staring at the lake is interrupted by, well, reality.  Nothing has mellowed me as much as this cabin:  fragile, undependable, yet in a sublime setting which is also constantly changing.  Now we have a much expanded view of the lake, due to all the dead trees around being cut down.  So a sadness becomes a beauty, and that beauty is changing minute by minute.