July 15, 2008

flooding

today I experience being a flood victim in a miniscule scale... since I'm a creative writer, this entry will be extra dramatic... I'm going to blow everything out of ProPortioN because it's fun (plus it's one of the nature of writing)

Dorm flooding seems to follow me... when I was in SHU, my room in Canevin got flooded since my room was in the first floor, the flooding was the result of gravity... one of the pipes in the ground floor got clogged so everything was back up ... obviously the build up water can't climb all the way to 4th canevin... it has to get out somehow... why not in 1st floor canevin?

I'm in grad school now and I've updated my living space... I no longer live in "dorms" instead, I live in "graduate housing"... my one room dormitory has evolved into a two-room apartment with my own bathroom, living room, kitchen, and a mini back-porch (for my bike) [slowly climbing the ladder]... here's where the drama unfolds...

I just finished tutoring my thai friends in the library (2nd day in giving them a crash course in eng. 1010)... I'm bicycling towards my apartment... I went towards the back-porch instead of the front because this is where I usually put the bike (Yellow submarine)...

the curtains were pulled all the way to one side exposing my apartment, the couch was outside... my painting is still hanging... I see a stranger inside my apartment walking around (usually my first instinct would be- burglar must call cops... but the positive side of me kicked in "I must have a new roommate and he's moving in" the stranger was really closed to the hanging painting, I thought he was going to remove it... looking back there was no logic... I didn't question why the couch was outside, why nobody told me about a possible roommate, why my living room was empty... always looking at the bright side...

I finally entered the apartment ... I discovered that there were 3 strangers and everything was moved in the kitchen and there were blowers on the ground... "I lived here, what happened?" surprisingly I was calm, and they were calm too...

one of them answered me "one of your water/heater pipes burst... your neighbor called us saying that water was coming out of your apartment..."

in my mind I thought they were going to blame me so immediately I said,"It must have happened sometime in the afternoon because I left in the morning"

"Yeah, your neighbor called... when we came in, there were at least 2 inches of water... the stuff in your bedroom didn't get that wet... but some of your books and paintings got wet..."

then i started to think, what paintings? what books?- I saw in the kitchen counter the watercolor books, paper and supplies were wet... the good thing is that the wet paper were water color papers so they're used to being wet (I was a bit sad because a wet paper, even though it's still in tact, will change the water color effects... then i got somewhat happy because this is easy to replace... good thing I didn't start my big water color project- I can't imagine spending hours doing a water color piece and find it destroyed)... i stopped thinking about the paper, once i saw the wet books (books that weren't mine... they belonged to USU's library)... once again I'm surprised at the things I was thinking about... I just experienced a mini catastrophe and I'm thinking about money...

immediately I asked, "Can you write me note explaining that I had a flood? because those books are not mine... they belong to the library..."

"Sure... which library?"

"USU's, Merrill Cazier..."

" we'll have the letter typed out some time in the afternoon tomorrow"

he did bring out the point that "good thing your neighbor called... can you just imagine entering you apartment and finding water everywhere" and it's true, I'd probably be more freaked out!

they talked amongst themselves... mentioning that if they have to pay for it, they'll have to, it was their job, their responsibility (hearing this was a relief... then later I got sad again because they were really nice books... I needed them for my watercolor project and two of them are memoirs I'm reading for my class)...

they left... the blowers stayed... I can turn them off when I sleep and turn them back on tomorrow when I leave... one of them or another crew will come back tomorrow and "assess" the situation (I might get new carpets, yippee!)... coincidentally most of my personal books were somewhat saved, it's just everything else... everything in the living room has been moved in the kitchen... my room has been pushed to one side... my bed is no longer parallel to the wall, it lays diagonally across my room... in each doorway the blowers block the entrance... if i want to get from one place to another I have to hurdle over them... wet carpet, dank/musky smell... kitchen floor a bit slippery/lots of smudges... I probably don't have hotwater, which sucks when I take my shower tomorrow morning...

my hunger sort of disappeared but I know this will kick in later- body stress is probably adapting [so while I typed this entry, I put rice in the rice cooker in order to cook it... the great thing is that this didn't happen during finals week (knock on wood)... it's summer, I only have one class to teach... my own class won't take place until the 28th of july, there are no other stress factors which can make the situation worse

my tv time got interrupted but at least I'll have time to force myself to read my textbook for my memoir class... I have nothing else to do, and I can't sleep this early...

most of my shoes are wet.... funny thing, this one pair of shoes I try not using during rainy season is now soaked, I hope it's not broken...

watercolor sketches cover the stove burners... books lay open for drying...

maybe the flood is telling me to clean my apartment more (I did plan to have a late summer cleaning in early August, I would have finished my teaching and my own classes- I would have more time)...

i survived the flood, well anyway, at least most of my stuff survived the flood...

Posted by Michael Diezmos at July 15, 2008 8:53 PM
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What an experience! You seemed to take it all pretty calmly. When I was a grad student my furnace thermostat broke, and at the same time a cutoff also broke, so that the furnace got so hot it burned some old draperies that we had stored in the closet (on top of a duct that got so hot it melted a stack of plastic shelves). Lots of smoke, lots of excitement, but once the smoke blew away there was no real damage. Looks like you were pretty lucky, too.

Posted by: Dennis G. Jerz at July 16, 2008 1:30 AM

yeah, looking back I was a bit calm but now I'm discovering other wet books... it's a funny idea to hang books to dry (like clothes)... one book in particular, puffed up because of the water, I had to squeeze water out of it...everything's now messy...

Posted by: Registered User at July 16, 2008 8:07 PM
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