Yesterday, despite all of the dry thoughts that you all sent my way, things went from bad to worse. The sketchy drizzle of the day broke loose into a downpour of biblical proportions, complete with raging hail, seen here defiling my new porch.
I resumed my position at the back door waiting for the water to rise enough to spill in (I'm not sure what good I think watching it will do - scare it off?) and sure enough, soon I heard the sound of indoor running water. I looked down at my feet, expecting to see the river of water that I could hear, and was stunned to see nothing. Odd that. I went to the front door. (Which is actually much higher than the back door, I don't know why I even considered it) and found it relatively dry.
Still I could hear running water, then it hit me.
Basement. Thus began several hours of weeping in the basement, using buckets, towels and a wet-dry vacuum on high, trying to stem the tide. Lucky for me the basement slopes to one side, so there was a place to shift stuff too, and also lucky for me, only one wall of the basement (sadly, the leaking one) is dirt, so the water was only as filthy as that chick in 8th grade and not a total quagmire of murky swill. Eventually, the water, both indoor and out slowed to a drizzle, the leak stopped and I came upstairs and recalled Rachel H.'s comment from the other day.
"Even though it's not Tuesday, spin something. Treadling will help you work out your frustration. And I'm just not sure today's a good pointy stick day for you."
Right she was too, now was not the hour to be armed. I spun some beautiful Spinderella roving that was a gift from Julia.
(Not so much a gift as something that wound up in my suitcase when I came back from her house. I love how that happens when you visit spinners.)
I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I'm not so much of a sparkle girl. (What gave me away?) This roving has a bit of Angelina in it, and I surprised myself by finding it completely entertaining. I don't like sequins, satin, all the shiny stuff leaves me cold, but this little hint of purple sparkliness in the roving? I was enchanted. I made the whole family watch me spin it. "See the sparkles? There's another one? Look? See the sparkles?" They loved it. (Well. They loved it more than the topic from the rest of the day. "See the rain? Is it leaking? Is the rain stopping? Is that rain?")
All three girls expressed polite disinterest, which didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was that the minute it was actual yarn, Amanda and Sam had a huge honking fight debate over who should have a sparkly winter hat.
The fight debate ended instantly when I suggested that the girl who removed the most water from the basement would win.
The silence was deafening.
Posted by Stephanie at May 18, 2006 1:23 PM