I’ve not gotten a lot of planning — or writing — done since Sunday. This is probably due to private students who’ve been taking up a lot of my time.
Of course, it could really be the fact that I woke up to a flooded apartment yesterday morning. We’re talking wet ceilings, streaks down the walls like paranormal goo from Ghostbusters, and carpets that are wet enough to cover your feet when you step on them.
This was not good.
Now, some of you may know that I have vampires living above me. At least, that’s the current theory. These guys sleep all day and stay up all night. The flood finally confirmed our suspicions. Here’s why. They are technological virgins.
Apparently (according to maintenance) one of them decided to do laundry around one o’clock in the morning. A hose blew and started spewing water everywhere. The guy did not know how to turn it off and didn’t think maintenance would come out in the middle of the night, so he just went to bed.
See what I mean about the technology?
I went upstairs to see if they were okay, and there was a yellow sticky on the door. It said “carpet is soaked.” No one answered when I knocked. I guess they were deeply asleep.
Now I have five large fans and a huge dehumidifier in my apartment, scheduled to run continuously for at least three days.
Continuously. Three days.
Carpets are flapping rhythmically in a heavy wind. My cat is running around with perpetually bugged-out eyes, and I’m going to have some lovely scars where she’s tried to climb my leg.
But there are good things that have come out of this mess. One, I may get a new carpet – which I needed anyway. Two, I’m going to have a helluva scene to put somewhere.
See everyone Sunday. Hopefully from somewhere dry.