Like Water For Water

What changes water from alluring to ordinary?  The hue of the ocean is deceptive.  Looking out over the vast endless sea the color varies by how much sunlight it absorbs.  The tint ranges from emerald to True Blue.  However, draw it into a clear vessel and you’ll find nothing but transparency.  Our perspective quickly changes then, especially if the liquid is cloudy due to contaminants.

There are other places of recreation that water exists.  Rivers, streams and lakes.  Rivers are muddy, streams most often reflect their contents, and with lakes the palette is infinite.  All walks of life are drawn to it, to revel in the beauty of nature and cool oneself from the afternoon sun.  To reflect from a lawn chair or participate in an engaging game of water polo.

The mystique ends in the common household.  Where you discover it coming from places it shouldn’t.  In the last two years water has not been our mistress.  Instead of her calling our name to the many parts of the world where relaxation crowns us King, she shows herself on the floor, transports in from the ceiling, and sneaks out of corners and renders carpets soggy.

We have suffered no less than ten events in the last twenty four months that prove she can be deceptive, expensive and heartbreaking.  The latest in her bag of tricks showed up this morning in the sink area, leaking out from under the counter.  A loose pipe brought forth our latest run in.  It hasn’t been a week yet, since a single cup of it from an unknown origin ruined a laminate plank in the dead center of a 700 square foot floor.  Those of you who have had experience with laminate know, half of it will have to be removed to fix the the problem.

What is a couple to do when water continually shows up not at our door not as a welcome wagon, but as a hoard of nosy neighbor’s?  We have taken each event and dealt with it on its own merit up until this point.  If water were the only thing going awry, maybe the stress would not be overbearing.  However, we must keep up the good fight.  Grieve only in that period of time, argue with the situation and move on.  I know one thing, the next place we own where we are required to choose flooring, it may end up being concrete.  Without water concrete is simply dust blowing in the wind.

Keep us in your thoughts and prayers,

Mimi

 

Published by: Midlifemimi

My husband and I are working toward a life of simplicity. We have six children and twelve grand-kids. This August we will be expecting our first Great-grandchild. My husband works full time and as of now, I am a stay at home wife. Our big house is up for sale. We currently live in a travel trailer near my husband's work. We recently purchased land and are anxiously looking forward to moving, but there are a few hangups.

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