Current Mood: infatuated and remarkably centered
Been looking forward to the future,
But my eyesight is going bad,
And this crystal ball,
It’s always cloudy except for
When you look into the past
~ “Thnks Fr Th Mmrs” by Fall Out Boy
I love the water. I berate myself on a weekly basis because I have elected to live a landlocked location. I love the ocean and the sense of peace that washes over me as the surf kisses my feet on a sandy beach. Knowing this, you will soon see why Saturday afternoon was an unexpected treat.
My sister was sitting at her computer desk when I came downstairs after a long, hot shower. It had been a rough night the evening before, so the grime of going out was finally washed from me. I ran down the stairs, stepped over the comforter that was sitting on the floor and grabbed a brush to attempt to detangle the snarls from my hair. I glanced in at my younger sis and remarked on how shiny her bedroom floor looked. I said she did a great job of cleaning the painted cement floor. Her blank expression prompted me to take another look at her ‘shiny’ floor.
“Bloody Hell!”
Sure enough, the “shine’ was water. The basement was flooding. At closer examination, the furnace/storage room, the walkway from the stairs to my sister’s room, and ¼ of her bedroom floor, were ¼ inch deep with water. She started to curse, splashed through and pointed to a basket filled with used towels. We start mopping up the water; but there are obviously not enough towels in the house to soak up the volume of water seeping under the wall. I glance in my room and only see a damp spot right by the door. Luckily for me, leaving my dirty comforter on the floor in the entryway of my room meant that I had created a buffer zone. True, the comforter was soaked; but my room was dry. Clutter - 1; Neatness - 0
In a moment of clarity, my sister ran upstairs and retrieved the wet vac. Unfortunately, neither of us knew how to actually use it. She made the executive decision to grab the digital camera and film the disaster area while I tried to vacuum up the water. I haven’t seen the footage; but I am sure it will be on 'you tube' before you can say "That really hurt, Charlie".
Other than the flooding misadventure and being told my body fat percentage is in the "obese" category, it was a good weekend. I saw “The Watchmen” at the IMAX. If you liked “The 300” but wished that the Spartans would have been naked – then you will REALLY like “The Watchmen”, as the CGI effects on Dr. Manhattan include a very naked and very anatomically correct blue man sans loincloth. This movie is NOT for children or for those who are not going to enjoy graphic violence (think exploding human bits on the ceiling) and a couple soft porn sex scenes (think "9 1/2 Weeks"). I, however, am a big fan of both, so I give the film 4 and a half out of 5 stars. I preferred “the 300”, due to the story line, but was so impressed with the film that I want to read the book. DC Comics did well!
I know there was something else I was supposed to mention – but it escapes me. Grrrr! Maybe I will remember later - Doubtful!
PERSONAL NOTE: Thanks for the invite yesterday. It was fun! Tell Calgary Justice (and the rest of the gang) that I enjoyed meeting them.
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Wishes are for Fishes! You are still one of the few people to whom I enjoy talking on the phone. It sucks that we don’t do it more often!
