Another one bites the dust

Today I am mourning a loss.

As I have mentioned before, Klaipeda life can be an unhappy existence for the average umbrella. And what I have lost was not an average umbrella - it was a pretty blue one, with a cushy black ball handle, and nice nylon slipcover. It was an expensive one, which I bought in hopes that it would last longer than the cheap ones that failed me last year. And it did last longer - about six months. For a Klaipeda-dwelling umbrella, that's a ripe old age.

But, while walking over the railroad footbridge yesterday, the wind blew so hard that the previously-weakened metal handle BENT, CRACKED and BROKE, startling me into losing my balance, slipping on the wet stairs and landing on my butt on the steps. Ironically, the actually nylon covering part of the umbrella is intact - despite numerous inside-out flip ups. Now it is decorating the corner of my room where I've tied it to the curtain rod.

Score: Klaipeda - 7, Umbrellas - 0.

Rest in peace, old blue. :)