Trudging Through Puddles and Mail
Monday, August 25th, 2003
Trudging Through Puddles and Mail
A Dom Entry
I think today was meant to end about two hours ago. Waiting, waiting for that sunset...
This morning I woke, as usual, to take a shower in my shack's lovely washroom. As I turned on the water, as unusual though not unexpected, the knob to the bath exploded from the wall and let loose the whole of the Pacific through a hole the size of my fist. Needless to say, I panicked and tried to force the flood back with my hands, which fulfilled my intention of having a quick shower.
After cutting off all water power to the house, I thought I'd head in for a good change of clothes. But, of course, in order to do this I had to find my way through the barricade that I'd set in front of my door to keep the rising waters at bay. While removing a sopping pile of blankets from the doorway, I sloshed unceremoniously onto my bum, causing a small tidal wave to ripple its way down the hall to the very edge of the entryway and lap the screen door only enough to wiggle it from its hinges and send it plummeting onto the kitchen floor with a pronounced splosh.
Cut to unnamed obscenities.
I was late for work today. That is an understatement. But it isn't untrue.
Marty chose to ignore the situation due to the look I'd given him and more so the puddle I'd left through the office. I needed an early break.
Lucky for those persons expecting dry envelopes, I wrung my clothes as best as I could before starting my sorting. Midway through the day, Marty gave me an extra uniform to wear, (as mine remained in my room at home). A bit big, but it gave me room to sit in.
Sit - it's all I really do if I'm at the office. I was hoping to get some good sitting in today, but Marty took an early leave and gave me the priveledge of sorting the mailbins in the back room. As the door closed behind him, I was hit with a new realisation: it was just the mailbins, and me.
I stepped into the darkness of the back room and observed the waiting mailbins carefully. One look to the left, one to the right... Two shoes on the floor, and I was in the mailbin kicking through the letters with my stockings. After a moment, I was even laughing aloud. Could I be sued by the writers of Moonlight Mile? I have to invite someone to sort mail with me someday.
After a few runs through my favorite Roses numbers, I hopped out of the bins, deciding I'd had enough work for one day. I took my recovered mail under my arm and headed to the mailboxes in the office, trying to read through the addresses to the tune of "Elephant Stone", while simultaniously flinging them into their slots on beat. I'm sure there was more mail on the floor afterwards than I had come out of the mailbins with. Bloody good show!!
Decided that Marty and I make better partners when we are separated. Silence is not golden, and neither is singing loudly, but it is better for the lungs. And there is no business policy against working without shoes.
I came home to a dank shack on the side of the river and warping kitchen floorboards. I tried to mop up a bit, but it's really no use when the mop is already soaked. So, I went to my room and worried about taking baths in the river... The nearness of autumn is quite overwhelming. Haven't had to suffer through rain yet, and I can already tell that the roof is frowning at me. Well, I'm frowning back, damn it.
I really need to visit someone so I can look back on this mess and laugh. And laugh and laugh and laugh.
I think I'll try to bake something... Having a streak of good intentions.
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