WATER, WATER

It happens to many of us. At about the worse possible time, a time when we are in a hurry, a time when we have no time to get to the emergency — an emergency happens.

It was a pleasant morning. I got plenty of sleep and casually wandered through the morning. A nice bowl of cereal with blueberries, a few small puzzles on the computer even a game of Mahjong. I took my bowl to the kitchen, put it in the sink to be washed and went to have a shower. When I got out I could hear water running. I assumed the tenant above me was taking a shower. As I headed to the bedroom to get my clothes, I could hear the water running and it was louder. I looked in the kitchen and water was running over the sink and down the front of the cupboard and the only think holding the water back from running all over the apartment was the carpet edging separating the kitchen from the hall. I had turned on the water to fill the sink and was only going to be gone a second. I can’t even remember what I was going to do after the water started. All I know is that I had a shower instead.

I was glad all my blinds were still closed. I was stark naked. I waded through the stream on my floor to turn the water off, ran for the bathroom to get every towel I owned, soaked up as much as possible and threw the towels into the sink. Time was running out. When I got out of the shower all I had to do was get dressed. I still had 20 minutes before I was to meet a group to visit the Farmers Markets.

After the towels, I grabbed a large quilt, which covered the entire floor. It seemed to absorb most of the remaining water. But I knew if I picked it up water would still be standing and running again. The quilt was keeping everything in place. I was out of time, so I did what any teenager would have done and considered the water to be in a temporary holding pattern. I got dressed and left.

I never worried about what was happening ay home. I returned 2 hours later and thought about it as I was approaching my apartment. My concern got really concerned. I was thankful I was on the ground floor. If the water had found a way leak through it would only go to the crawl space. Can you imagine the problems if I were on the top floor. I opened the door and stuck my head in to see how bad it was. Not bad at all. All around the quilt it was dry. Water was being held in place. It was like the little boy who stuck his finger in the hole of the dam to hole the water back. Except, it wasn’t a finger holding back the water, it was a queen size quilt. There’s a difference.

This was actually easier to finish cleaning things up than the last time I did that. But that’s another story all together.