All is well in Apt. 6, but Apts. 1, 3, 5 and 7 look more like empty swimming pools than former residences.
Larry (remember him?) said something about the snow from the balconies (on the south side of the building, I'm on the north) flooding the ground floor apartments across the hall. He also said something about a sewer backing up. I guess the apartments filled with water, the landlord's doing nothing so the tenants skedaddled.
I don't know what Larry's talking about, but I do know I can play my music a little louder these days.
Actually, I shouldn't kid.
The only evidence of flooding I've encountered is the unflushed toilet-bowl smell. My belongings are dry. My carpet, Christmas tree (which stays as long as the snow!) and antique kitchen table are all safe. My former washing-machine sharers are not so lucky.
The risk in Fargo receded, but isn't gone. Waters are rising here and whether its Jamestown or one of its neighboring villages, houses will flood and property lost. The local officials practically guaranteed it. The sandman delivered yesterday and bagging begins Thursday.
Thursday? you ask. Me too.
Can't sandbag until after the Shrine Circus, they said.
They're thinking of us, those government officials. If the city doesn't sandbag until after the big tent, it'll get two circuses for the price of one, know what I mean?
The next couple days and weeks will be long and consumed with work. The stories I gather about the impending flood inform people and keep them safe. But those stories will also live in local history books as long as the ink is dry. I'm obligated to the paper readers, but I'm also obligated to this blog. Of all the years to capitalize on the weather in North Dakota, I picked the 2012. What can I say? My dad does brag I have the Midas touch.
In other news, after two weeks of hostage-holding in Bismarck, Vinny the Volvo is back, safe and running. Now if only I could get him to run south... or east, or west. Anywhere but the state of four seasons in one day...
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An open letter to the pet sitter that we probably won’t send because we’re not monsters and also we don’t want her to run away. - Next week we’re going on a road trip from Washington to Colorado so we hired a pet-sitter to watch the cats and Lizard Bordan and keep us from being robbed...
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