washout


Water is essential to life on earth. Living in the developed world, I am lucky to have easy access to clean water. I know that too many in the world don’t have this luxury. Water is necessary. Water is precious.

Water is also trying to kick my butt.

I have refrained from sharing here the soggy details of my recent battles with water, in its various forms. Sure, I started a post about waking up to a steam-filled basement and a geiser of scalding hot water shooting from our hot water tank, and thoroughly soaking through a stack of dozens of boxes of books and papers and mementos, but I figured I’d spare you the damp whining. And then there was the follow-up post (that I also didn’t share) about how that incident, what with the water running for X number of hours in the night, had killed of the pump to our well and another water tank to boot. After all that, the dozens of leaks that our kitchen faucet sprang, spraying a shower of water each time we had to wash dishes or fill the drinking water pitcher, seemed quite minor. Almost cute. I hadn’t even gotten around to griping about the water we’d had leaking in through the windows over the winter, due to ice dams on the roof, and all the trials of dealing with more snow than we’d seen in the past several winters combined. What fun was all of this? I decided to move on to other things.

But water was not done with me yet. You may recall that this weekend was the dreaded yard sale. I dedicated practically my whole week to purging cabinets and closets and piles of things. I signed on to the town’s group listing. I planned. I publicized.

Then come Saturday…it rained. A lot. It was a cold, wet, rainy, wet, dreary, wet day. There was lots of water. It was wet.

Did I mention that it was wet?

I ended up having the sale on our front porch, with lots of things still crammed in boxes. I didn’t even manage to bring out everything that I’d purged from the house. It didn’t really matter that much, as traffic was slow. Only the really hard core bargain hunters, and some people coming to haggle over the last bits of baby gear we had. People enthusiastically bought a few items that I could have thrown out, and quibbled over a dollar or two for things that were worth 20 times as much.

As low as my expectations were, I wasn’t counting on the rain. What’s more, I’d signed up to have Sunday be the rain date in the town listing, so that more-or-less meant having the sale both days. And today was rainy too. (But I just worked on packing and re-sorting things, anyhow. Only one person came the whole day, but at least he bought a few things.)

The weekend wasn’t a total loss, but I still have my work cut out for me. I have to make arrangements to donate, sell, or otherwise dispose of all this remaining stuff. I blame the rain.

And would you believe that tonight I discovered a new leak in my basement? I can’t tell yet whether it’s water coming in from the rain, or from the plumbing.

All of this has left me feeling very stressed and cranky. I need to unwind. I’d think that a hot bath might be a nice calming thing, but who knows what perils would await me. Would I shrivel into a giant prune? Slip climbing out? Get washed down the drain?

Now excuse me while I get something to drink. Usually, I mostly just drink water. At this point, however, I’m not sure I should risk that much contact with the plumbing. I’m pretty sure that beer is safer.

10 responses to “washout

  1. Wow, what serious water woes.
    Have you considered building an ark in case you need to escape this uncontrollable substance?

    I hope that things dry up soon and that you can get rid of all the stuff you’re trying to purge! You could try Craigslist. On second thought, that would involve cataloguing everything, which is probably more trouble than you want to take.
    [“Cataloguing” looks misspelled, or else like it should be pronounced “catalog-yew-ing”.]

  2. Yikes. I think it’s worse to hear about it all at once.

    I have often felt that we’ve got some sort of water-related curse on our property, but I’m not quite superstitious or religious enough to try anything other than money (and beer drinking) to fix the problems.

  3. So sorry about all your water issues. :(

    I’m sure Goodwill would send a truck to pick up all your stuff. At least, that’s what they do here in CA.

  4. Water can be very, very evil. i know. Sorry to hear that your water woes continue. And i hear you on the one thing after another feeling. I feel like at least every other day I’m shaking my fist toward the sky and saying “really? one MORE thing? because i haven’t quite managed to have nervous breakdown, you thought you’d give me one more thing to test my mettle?”

    Beer. Wine. Shots of vodka. my favorite kinds of water these days.

  5. I sing this song while I brush my kids’ teeth. Once through for the top teeth, once through for the bottom teeth. For you!

    Alice, where are you going?
    Upstairs to take a bath.
    Alice, her legs like toothpicks and her neck like a gira–a-a-a-a-ffe
    Alice got in the bathtub
    Pulled out the plug and said
    Oh my goodness
    Bless my soul
    There goes Alice down that hole!
    Glug, glug, glug.

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  7. As if in sympathy, my washing machine just broke. With clothes in it. And a lot of water.

    jen

  8. Oh no!! I agree that the beer is probably the safest way to go at this point.

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