“Springing from the weight of the mountains, like the heart of the earth would burst…”
everyday glory February 5th, 2007Monday – 05 February 2007
This morning has started off well, so far. Up, dressed and out with no problems. The commute wasn’t bad. And I just brewed coffee.
This weekend was… interesting.
Friday, before heading to Clitorati, I heard from Bill – the beloved of
Saturday… was a rather low-key day. I had brunch with
She seemed to enjoy the movie.
Sunday. No… SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!  No, that’s not quite it, either….  SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!!! There, that’s better. A lazy day, to be capped off in the company of friends watching the culmination of the 2006-2007 NFL season. *bliss*
I got up, obeserved the appropriate hygiene rituals and headed to breakfast (we occasionally push Saturday night breakfast to Sunday morning now). As we were wrapping up, I got three rapid-fire phone calls… which I missed. I caught the fourth one. It was
A water main had burst outside her apartment. Ordinarily, that wouldn’t be a big deal, all things considered. But, the water decided to find the “path of least resistance,” which happened to be along a series of tree roots. The tree that belonged to said roots is right outside her ground-floor apartment. Right. You’re beginning to get the picture.
By the time I got there, the water was a little more than ankle-deep… and rising. We spent the next little bit trying to move things out of the way and try to keep water out of the bedrooms. The municipal crews showed up and shut off the main. Good. There was still the matter of standing water. Not so good. I headed to Home Depot and picked up a wet/dry vac – two birds, one stone: I needed a new vacuum anyway. The disaster recovery crew arrived shortly after I got back; they pulled the water out of the carpet… and then pulled up the carpet and padding. Correction: ONE of the guys did all that. His name was C.J. He did the work of three guys… while his coworker was in and out of the apartment and intermittently talking on his phone. About two hours (and a dehumidifier and seven axial fans) later, they were done. They pumped four-hundred-twenty-seven (427) gallons of water out of the apartment.  C.J. said that the average job was between 100 – 200 gallons.
After making sure that her boys – who were staying with their grandparents – were okay,
Stray Toasters
You’re kidding, right? Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe later this afternoon.
Who knows?
“The Shadow knows!”
Namaste.
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