When The Shit Hits The Fan
The alarms are going off at 5:30 in the morning. As I sleepily walk through the halls trying to identify the source of the noise, I find myself leaving my apartment and entering the hallway air conditioning closet. I unlock the door, open it as quietly as I can, and the water is rushing down the AC shaft. I am in absolute shock!!
Not because I am watching water pour down from who knows where, but because this just happened six months ago. And here we go again. I just got the funds to start reconstruction on the previous leak and now have to start with a whole new process. So what did I do?
After the first round of the giggles, I went into one area where the water was coming in and removed every photograph from the closet. Every piece of clothing can ultimately be replaced, but not the pictures of my babies (who are now in their late 20’s and early 30’s). I relocated the pictures of my parents and grandparents when they were young. I removed the years of journals I have kept for every trip and every special story about my family.
And then of course, I was hungry and had to eat breakfast! It’s a family trait.
As I wandered downstairs to talk to the building manager, one of my neighbors said I must have a black cloud hanging over my head. My response? Not on my head!! I have a rainbow. Life is good, water can be dried, the insurance company will take care of the bills (I pay enough that they must) and my walls will get repainted. Yes, it is inconvenient; yes, it is annoying; yes, it is happening as we approach the new year. But guess what? It didn’t happen the day before when I had family in from out of town staying with me. It didn’t happen while I was away and would not have been aware. No one was injured, even the lady upstairs.
Moral of this wet tale is I am going to digitally copy ALL of my precious pictures.
Have a happy, healthy and dry new year!!