The Ides of March
I should know better by now...something goes on in March that afflicts both Nathan and myself. I can look back at the calendar and see it written there through the years. The year that Nate got lost, got bit by a pit bull, nearly got shot by a policeman and on and on...all those things happened in March. But you don't think about those things when you are 'in the moment'...I don't anyway.
Cecil and I decided to go out to dinner with some old and dear friends on Wednesday. We normally don't go out for dinner (it is expensive) but we hadn't seen these folks in awhile and on a whim, I called them and asked them if they wanted to go to a favorite Mexican restaurant that has killer margaritas. We had a great evening (Nate wanted to stay home to watch his show) and when we got back home Nate met us at the door..."HELP!" was all he could muster, "the water is everywhere!!!" Cecil zoomed in the door and down to the basement where our bedrooms and Nate's TV and art room are. Water was everywhere...everywhere...all throughout the entire area, the carpets were soaked, lots of stored items were soaked, it was an ocean and poor Nate kept saying, "I'm sorry, its my fault!"
Seems the toilet got plugged and Nate was unable to stop it so the water just kept coming. Cecil and I stayed up until the wee hours trying to sop most of it up...which was futile. Finally, we fell into our bed which was now an island and Nate had to sleep upstairs in our guest room. Thursday was spent talking to insurance companies, with huge suckers and blowers brought in by water removal experts. Carpet and padding stacked in the front yard, ripped out in huge hunks. Piles of trash which once was treasures are everywhere. Furniture is here, there and yon. To top it off, I feel down on the tile floor last night, bruised and skinned my knee, sprained my finger and had a good crying jag but otherwise I am just fine. Hah!!!
I am writing this to the hum (actually, it'sa roar) of dehumidifiers and drying fans. It is a wonder I could sleep but I guess exhaustion just kicked in.
Nate is okay too. He was more concerned about me and my apparent shock at the whole ordeal. He gets over stuff fast and recovers his peaceful countenance quickly...it will take me a bit more time.
Beware the ides of March...maybe 'be aware' the ides of March should be my motto this time of year but you never see it coming.
SooZen
Note: because I don't have the energy to write this whole thing more than once...it will be posted more than one place that I tend to write in.
Cecil and I decided to go out to dinner with some old and dear friends on Wednesday. We normally don't go out for dinner (it is expensive) but we hadn't seen these folks in awhile and on a whim, I called them and asked them if they wanted to go to a favorite Mexican restaurant that has killer margaritas. We had a great evening (Nate wanted to stay home to watch his show) and when we got back home Nate met us at the door..."HELP!" was all he could muster, "the water is everywhere!!!" Cecil zoomed in the door and down to the basement where our bedrooms and Nate's TV and art room are. Water was everywhere...everywhere...all throughout the entire area, the carpets were soaked, lots of stored items were soaked, it was an ocean and poor Nate kept saying, "I'm sorry, its my fault!"
Seems the toilet got plugged and Nate was unable to stop it so the water just kept coming. Cecil and I stayed up until the wee hours trying to sop most of it up...which was futile. Finally, we fell into our bed which was now an island and Nate had to sleep upstairs in our guest room. Thursday was spent talking to insurance companies, with huge suckers and blowers brought in by water removal experts. Carpet and padding stacked in the front yard, ripped out in huge hunks. Piles of trash which once was treasures are everywhere. Furniture is here, there and yon. To top it off, I feel down on the tile floor last night, bruised and skinned my knee, sprained my finger and had a good crying jag but otherwise I am just fine. Hah!!!
I am writing this to the hum (actually, it'sa roar) of dehumidifiers and drying fans. It is a wonder I could sleep but I guess exhaustion just kicked in.
Nate is okay too. He was more concerned about me and my apparent shock at the whole ordeal. He gets over stuff fast and recovers his peaceful countenance quickly...it will take me a bit more time.
Beware the ides of March...maybe 'be aware' the ides of March should be my motto this time of year but you never see it coming.
SooZen
Note: because I don't have the energy to write this whole thing more than once...it will be posted more than one place that I tend to write in.
posted by SooZen | 6:18 AM
2 Comments:
Having been there, I understand how sad you must feel, especially about lost treasures, that is always the hardest thing to handle when something like this happens. Will be thinking of you.
Take care.
Damn Mom sorry to hear that. Hope Nate is doing okay! I can't even imagine him having to freak out about not being able to stop it. WHat a mess. Although, it's not like the basement hasn't seen a few floods in its day.
I was planning on calling tonight, so hear from you then!
Noah
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