"Thank Heavens for Neighbors"

"Life is adventure, not predicament." -James Broughton

...Because we all love spending Memorial Day shop-vacuuming the carpet. I woke Monday morning and went to my laundry room to put a washcloth in the hamper. Sploosh! (What the?!) I ran for my glasses, came back, and found out why my pajama bottom's cuff was wet: There were about two centimeters of water on the floor.

I was home alone, everyone else having gone to the mountains for the long weekend, and I had no idea what to do. I grabbed a bunch of towels, texted my landlord, and left for a movie with my papa.

When I came home, the water had spread. The carpet was soaked to my apartment doorway and all the way to the bathroom. The storage room was drenched (not to mention the laundry room!) I phoned my landlord this time, and he directed me to the window where I saw about a foot of water in the window-well. Cripes.

I grabbed a bowl from upstairs, rolled up my pants, and got to work. After a couple of minutes, I realized I wasn't getting anywhere. So, barefoot, I pitter-pattered across the sun-baked road and knocked on the bishop's door. He and his sons were quick to help, and eventually the neighborhood joined in. Men vacuumed, women gathered sopping towels and took them home to wash n' dry. I just sat like a useless lump on the couch and thanked as many people as I could.

(These pictures were taken after everyone had left, so the water is only a couple of inches high in the window-well and mostly removed from the floors.)

Afterward, my friends and I bought firewood at Wally World and had a roast outside. Corn, hot dogs, cookies and fruit. Mmm! A perfect way to end such an excitement-brimmed Memorial Day.