VERY early this morning I was rudely awakened by Oni biting my wrist. Not the I am being playful kind of bite, nor the I am being a kitty bitch kind of bite either. Just enough to wake me up and make me yell OUCH kind of bite. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Brutus kept pawing at me and I assumed he wanted under the covers like he habitually does when he is cold. Oni pounced on the bed and ran down the length of my body...from my shoulder to my feet. I swore profusely and got out of bed, mad at my fur babies for being bratty, stumbling across my bedroom floor.....to find my basement had flooded sometime after I went to sleep last night. Not terrible, mind you, but there was standing water a few feet into my basement. Apparently the animals were trying to wake me up to address this issue. My furry babies are no dummies. You know? That water was getting close to their food and nobody likes baths around here.
So my morning began with sweeping water out the back door. Toweling up the rest of the water. Washing the towels. Turning on the year-old dehumidifier.... And nothing happens. Fan blew for a minute and then nada. I am not a great fixer of things, but I pulled stuff apart, changed outlets, restarted it....rinse, repeat. I swore some more. Looked at the clock and decided my 10:00 hair appointment was more important-- roots! Mental note to buy a dehumidifier after my hair appointment. Made it easy to say "screw washing my hair" though. So. I. Threw. Down. More. Fresh. Towels. (SITDMFT) and after a bit more water sweeping I got myself together for my hair appointment. After catching a glance of myself in the mirror, I changed shirts. I told my hairdresser friend that my nipples would have arrived five minutes before the rest of me in that other shirt.
I got to the salon and my friend gifted me this fabulous ring and a brush cleanser! I had made the turn to being the windshield for an hour out of what looks like a very long bug kind of day. Gifts, great chat, awesome hair. Windshield.
Off to Lowe's for a dehumidifier. Strained my back getting the sucker loaded on to my cart. I swore some more, but I would be damned if I was going to ask for help. Yes, I really went back to bug status in a hurry. $200 spent and a sore back later, I arrived back at the flood zone. I packed that dehumidifier into my house and down those stairs with a vengeance. Lots more water. So I swept water. SITDMFT.....So I Threw Down More Fucking Towels--the towels that I just pulled out of the dryer from earlier today. I let loose with a very loud guttural animal noise AAAAAAHHHHHuuuhhh
But the water kept on coming anyway. So much bug.
Waiting is not an ideal situation for me. I rarely wait for that moment, if I can go ahead and get what needs being done, done now without any stress. So I sweep water. I swear. SITDMFT (So I throw down mutha f''n towels). I wait and anticipate when I will need to repeat this set. I decided to make this an exercise for me learning to really wait and not fret. I have the NEW dehumidifier going full time at warp speed. I turned on the heat to help with drying. I blow a fan on the area where the water is seeping into to minimize the flow. SITDMFT (Shit I'm Tired Doing More F'n Towels). I order pizza so I can hang around but not hover. I have some coffee. I blog and I smile. Windshield incoming? Or more bug splattering on the windshield? Tune in tomorrow!
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