Monthly Archive for September, 2005

The Releasing of the Entwash

Last night, after about 400 gallons of rainwater had pooled on top of South’s balcony, I set out with my trusty companion, Josh, to let loose the flood. With a broom stick I prodded the depths of the hidden drainpipe to no avail. With all hope almost lost, I resorted to that age old remedy: the clothes hanger. This time I dislodged some ancient and gross mess and a small trickle began to flow. Josh and I backed away in anticipation, but the clog held. As our courage returned and we pondered in our hearts whether or not to approach, the floods let loose! With a gush and a gurgle, black waters vomited forth from the drainpipe, drenching the steps and the ground below in a downpour reminiscent of Noah’s day. And for the next five minutes our balcony drained–it was quite the sight to behold. And then, as quickly as it started, it was over, and there we were, two ordinary men who for a few moments had been extraordinary heros.

And still, life goes on.

Kilter!

memories

Memories are hard to define. You could call them marvelous blessings that allow you to go back and remember beautiful days and meaningful conversations and good times. They can also be scabs, close to coming loose and bleeding all over again. Memories of pain, and memories of beauty. On Zena Dell Schroeder’s blog she quotes someone who refers to memories as either an anchor or a rudder–they can hold you down or guide and teach you.

All that to say that I’m thankful for memories, thankful that I can look back in the middle of CHOW and see the lake at sunrise, not a ripple on the water, a perfect reflection of the trees and sky.