
Annael
Immortal

Jan 17, 7:26pm
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dealing with a crisis here
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was doing a jigsaw puzzle when I heard water pouring - went into the back hallway to see a torrent coming down from one of the can lights, and two other lights were also dripping - ran to garage, dumped out contents of tupperware bins I use for Christmas decor, got them under the drips and then every towel and spare sheet and blanket but the carpet was already soaked, THEN called our handyman, no answer, called upstairs, no answer, called upstairs next-door neighbor, she went over, yes my upstairs neighbor's water heater had burst (or as Elon Musk would said, suffered a Rapid Unscheduled Disassembly) and handyman was on his way. Two hours later the dripping has mostly stopped, still waiting on handyman to return with the industrial-strength water extractor and fans. No doubt the hallway ceiling will have to be removed and who knows what else. Have offers of places to stay with the cat, but still . . . I'd rather it hadn't happened. So a very large hot chocolate that is mostly Bailey's, please barkeep! I think I can skip the gym today . . . In other news, I heard out of the blue from my college/20s sweetie - haven't communicated in 40 years! His sister bought my book and they figured out (my last name is not the same) that it was ME and looked me up. We've been having quite the conversation, mostly "do you remember?" and sending photos back and forth, but at one point he said something that I took as permission to say "hey, dude, don't you talk about regrets to me. You made the decision and broke my heart!" And he came back with "yes, I was an idiot back then, I was blind to a lot of things, and I know I treated you badly, I;m surprised you would even talk to me, and I'm sorry." Well, that was closure! And since then we've been having a very nice exchange.
I am a dreamer of words, of written words. -- Gaston Bachelard * * * * * * * * * * NARF and member of Deplorable Cultus since 1967
(This post was edited by Annael on Jan 17, 7:27pm)
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