Flooded with Thoughts

While we were away in NH for the Thanksgiving holiday, there was a flood in our apartment. The upstairs tenants had a broken pipe, no one was the wiser and hours later, the boy who lives downstairs from us called the Super because he had a fairly large pond growing in his living room. There's part of me that's actually glad we weren't here to witness it. It's not the first flood in this apartment (nor in my lifetime of apartments) and it probably won't be the last.

We found out about it, two days later, while we were on a Las Vegas layover. Luckily, we'd just played a few slots and won six times our money (that's what happens when you play a dollar slot machine and get six bucks back!), so we were in a pretty darn good mood when I heard a frantic voice mail from our neighbor. Well, right there in the airport, I blew my top! Really, it felt like I was going to have a heart attack. I really freaked out. I had all these horrible visions of our living room being under water and the huge hole in our ceiling that we would be greeted with in just a few hours.

Turns out, I totally overreacted. Whoops! The beautiful 1906-floors were ruined...our shoes were covered in plasterboard...and yes, there was a big hole in our ceiling. But, that's it. Once we got inside and really surveyed the damage, RK and I looked at each other and started laughing. It really was the only thing left to do.

I was reminded of the whole thing again when I saw these photos from Venice: A town that is used to being under water, or at least living on the water, was recently flooded. Check out every single person in every single photo, not a grimace among them. It's a bit of a beautiful sight and a good attitude to take when things don't go exactly your way...



these girls are waiting in their shoe shop for the flood to recede!

all images from here