July 19th, 2013

double five

I'm not asking what plumbing symbolizes

Instead I'm dictating this post to my phone. And I'm thinking about how I now have to clean out at least part of the basement. Jeff from Ace Plumbing gave me a little break on the overtime, as it was simple to arrest the leak from (what turned out to be) my burst pipe. I'll have to deal with the real repair later.

By the time Ace Jeff and his pleasing soft handshake got here, I'd traced the various water paths on the floor to the general source of showers, cleared away most of the stuff blocking access to the area, figured out a way to light it, and put checkered-flag-style duct tape (retrieved from my car) around the fissure that was shooting water up to pool on the ceiling and drip back down from multiple spots. I'd also put a bucket down to catch what was still leaking from where the two pipes came together.

Even though I don't want to, I'll go down there again in little while, when I settle down a bit & the dog does too, to move the laundry and see what I need to salvage somewhat tonight. Some old movie film got wet, in canisters, but nothing super-dear, i think. A soaked box of old videos, tho, probably includes footage of my mom I might someday want to look at again, and who knows what else. I know there were textiles & cassettes among what got drenched. The box of wrapping paper may be shot.

I didn't investigate thoroughly and hope to approach the full impact already aiming for letting go, being ready to grieve easily. I was that way on discovering the mess. Calm, accepting, if a little rushed, sense of some urgency, challenge. It's not so hard with stuff, after all. Loss. Vs. people and pets and anything that echoes old abandonment.

A little more Manchurian Candidate now, first, before I go deal. Odd that such a movie about evil is comfort to me, but it is.

double five

"Carlotta" must be the rubber chicken.

"She" can go in the giveaway pile.

The Nerf football is safe.

I now understand the down side of cornstarch packing peanuts. I remember thinking how very green I was, ordering them for the bookstore from ULINE.

The bankers boxes of my mother's, packed by her, revealed that she had anticipated this little disaster, despite it occurring some 16 years after she died. Their contents were themselves contained within plastic bags. I can set them aside to deal with later.

A box she labeled "Lisa's papers – sorted by her" wasn't very badly compromised, nor were the letters from others to me, from the 1980s. I left the lid off that one, and they're airing out. About a third of that box are letters from Denise. "Denny." Maybe I'll be reading those soon.

The box of papers with the most damage contained papers of mine from high school, jr. high, and elementary school (the MD years).  I moved them to a laundry basket and will be going through them, at least some, tonight. On the top was a piece of cardboard featuring a carefully labeled unit circle.

Faux alas, Holly's college papers are a total loss. But I didn't even know I still had those. :-). There was also more hammered aluminum in the basement than the considerable amount I'd found before.

I was happy to find the clunky hand ice crusher we got in Kansas. Also I discovered this classic item, mint in box — the collectors' edition videotape of the movie Fargo, with the commemorative snow globe. Yeah, Frances McDormand kneeling in the snow next to the body with the overturned car in the background.

Now to comb out my hair and sit in front of the fan, with papers from my youth. Oh my.