136 I Fixed Something. Really. (Num 19)

Hey! Today I did a plumbery thing.
I don't normally do handy man stuff.
My body generally repels any "handy" DNA bits.
But one of my clients called about breaking a tap.
After calling a plumber, I thought I should really go have a look.
There were other concerns.
I went and had a look.
You never know. Right?
It was just a busted tap handley thingy.
So I bought another and swapped it over.
I got to call the plumber and say,
"It's ok Mr Plumber bloke. I fixed it. Your services are not required today."
"Your bill is in the mail."
(I didn't really say the last bit about the bill. But maybe it was thought in my deep sub-conscious. Just below old catalog numbers I remember from my work 11 years ago.)
Plumbery thing accomplished.
Think I need to go and get me a Monkey Wrench.
I have a hankering for peeling a banana.

Numbers 19
I have to admit this chapter has nearly done my head in.
I've read it 4 times in the last month, yet here I sit scratching my head and thinking
"...................."
Zilchareeno.

Another sacrifice.
Some more rules.
Why wash on the third and seventh days if you touch a dead body?
What is it with the third day? Smell?
Nah.
Must be something else.
Being in a tent with someone dead is the same as touching a dead body in a battlefield. Why?
Touching a bone is the same as touching a grave. How come?
Something just isn't clicking in my head.
Maybe I'm trying too hard.
Death is a normal thing.
With so many people.
Living in hard conditions.
I'm sure it was reasonably common for someone to die.
There was certainly lots of battles to be undergone.
Battles normally equals dead people.
Either immediately or later from injury.
So I guess it needs dealing with.
Is that it?
Don't know.
But I need to keep going.
I've already held off blogging for this chapter twice.
And I'm not happy.
Grrrrrrr.
Angry face in place.
Watch out!
Now I'm getting annoyed by a mosquito.
Stupid bug.



Heh heh.
I just "fixed" something else.
*wipes hand on shirt*