14 September 2008

Some days are better than others

Thursday, September 11, was a beautiful day here just outside Chicago.  It's that way every single year it seems since 2001, when it was one of those perfect late-summer days where there isn't a cloud in the sky, the air is warm but there is little humidity and you tell yourself that you could handle living in a place where it would be like that 365 days a year.

And yet I was grumpy as hell.

First, and I don't know how to say this without sounding like an arrogant jerk, but I am completely fed up with never being able to approach 9/11 without being bombarded with the command to "never forget."  Really?  Gee, I've lived by O'Hare airport pretty much my entire life.  Every time I see the underside of a plane I think about watching the second plane hit the WTC.  The only way I'll ever forget September 11 is when I die.

Here's the thing, though, I want to forget it.  Well, in a way.  If I had my druthers, I'd forget about September 11, 2002.  See, every year, when the rest of the nation flashes back to 2001, I can't help but think about 2002.  My father died that June and the first anniversary of the attacks three months later drove me crazy.  I was encased with grief over my sudden loss, and I couldn't stand the collective grief of an entire nation.  I wanted to stand up and scream, demanding that my father be remembered in the way that every one else was-read his name, toss a flower into a pond, ring a bell.

It wasn't the most rational of reactions, but then grief discriminates when someone you love dies; that person automatically goes to the head of the line.

I must be the only person in the world who thinks more about 9/11/02 than 2001.  I can recall most of where I was all day in 2001.  I guarantee that I can recall every single thing about 2002.

Second, I went to the doctor Thursday afternoon for a cortisone shot.  My back is better but still iffy, and my doctor recommended a shot.  Big deal.  I was born with a kidney defect that didn't show up until I was nine and necessitated major surgery.  I have had other medical issues since and I bet that I have had a needle jammed into me over one thousand times.  I've never had any kind of reaction to one.  Until this one, of course.  Heck, I blanched just at the shot of Novocaine  they gave me to numb my spine and had to wait thirty minutes before they could give me the cortisone shot.  That one didn't hurt at all, yet within two minutes of getting it I was puking into a garbage can in the doctor's office.

What should have been a fifteen minute process took two hours.  I was sleeping this morning when I felt a tug on my lower back.  It was Desmond pulling at a band-aid that they must have applied after the shot.  I had no idea it was there.  Forty-eight hours later Desmond tried to take it off but couldn't.  He did succeed in making me yelp.  As did Kristen when she yanked it off.

Some days are dry, some days are leaky

Yesterday (Friday) we had a plumber come out to investigate a leak in a pipe running from the first floor toilet to the basement.  The leak itself wasn't bad, but the growth accompanying it was, in a word, nasty.  Sure enough, the seal beneath the toilet blew and there has been a trickle of "stuff" seeping steadily into the surrounding area for who knows how long.  And what we can see growing on the outside of the pipe is but a smidgen of what is inside the Petry dish.  A floor has to be ripped up; baseboards have to be replaced.

Some days come clean, other days are sneaky

Around the time that we found this out it started to rain, and it pretty much hasn't stopped.  According to the news, the area where we live has had about eight inches of rain since Friday midnight.  We have a basement.  A nice full, finished basement that we barely use.  Other people use it store stuff.  Stuff like furniture that doesn't fit into smaller homes now.  Stuff like boxes of crap that should have been dealt with a long time ago.

Some days take less, but most days take more

Well, it's been dealt with now.  There's been water coming into the basement all day.  The pump works, it just can't keep up with the volume.  There is a lake behind our home that wasn't there yesterday.  Many backyards are now part of this lake.  Neighbors behind us have first-floor flooding.  I know things for us could be a lot worse.

Some slip through your fingers and onto the floor

Still, there's carpeting that's been destroyed, and wood work that will need to be replaced.  The water keeps coming in slowly and every time I think I have a handle on it I come back in fifteen minutes and feel my feet sink a little deeper into the water-logged rug.  We got most of what needed to be salvaged up off the floor, but it is going to have to be moved upstairs eventually so that the carpeting can be ripped out. 

Some days are sulky, some days have a grin

As I said, it could be worse.  We could be in Galveston or Houston.  Of course, I heard a forecast just an hour or so ago that gives the possibility of seven more inches of rain here in the next 24 hours, courtesy of what is left of Ike.  It's not raining here right now, but it is supposed to start again in about two hours, and it looks like once it does that it won't stop for a while.  I'm seriously concerned about waking up to two feet of water in the basement instead of two inches.  I don't think I can do anything to stop it.

And some days have bouncers and won't let you in




5 comments:

luvrte66 said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your basement woes! We're not that far from you (South Bend, Indiana), and it's been raining most of the day. Saturday set a new record for rainfall, and it sounds like Sunday will be even worse. We've already got some flooding in the area, and I suspect there will be more.

Good luck--I hope it's not too bad!

Beth

glensfork4 said...

My parents basement ALWAYS floods...they have done and redone and redone again. I spoke to them on Friday and they were still dry....


Hoping for the best for you all...but I sure am praying for some rain here.

Michele

lv2trnscrb said...

I'm so sorry; you sure haven't had a very pleasant last few days; one can only hope the tide in the next week turns upwards a bit for you

I truly understand what you said about your father/grieving; you do want the world to stop when a parent dies; and I would imagine you must have been close to your dad. My mom died 12 days before Christmas in 2006; I couldn't understand why anyone would be happy because of the holidays, how could people be out there shopping, celebrating, etc? I just couldn't; it was a good thing my son for Christmas only wanted a new cell phone and a trip up to Montana where we used to live to see friends over Christmas break; I could handle that; hardly anyone else got gifts; didn't even put up a Christmas tree, was so thankful to God that my husband was involved in a music program at my brother's church so we could spend Christmas with them, but I was glad when the day/season was over. Grieving is hard; I'm so sorry for your loss even after these many years, I'm sure it is still a hard, rough time for you.

sorry about the flooding woes, both from the bathroom and the basement; I did hear Chicago had gotten 8 inches of rain; I couldn't imagine that much rain at one time; I can only hope today's rain won't be so severe

hugs to you and your family; I'm sorry its a rough time right now :(

betty

aimer said...

As I read this essay, I started to cry. I've been having a few of those days here lately and I foind myself crying over televison programs, news stories, and now, your blog entry.  However, the title perked me up a bit, because some days are better than others, and all I have to do is hang on until the better days show up. Thank you for reminding me that some days are just not so great but that soem days are better.--Sheria

psychfun said...

Did you see downtown Naperville? Flowing River! Check out their paper. Hope things get better. My dad had to get a 3rd sump pump as he was getting some water too but just some spots.