Well, I WAS writing a post all about a cheesy movie I saw, but I’ve been a little distracted.
It has been raining in a ridiculous fashion in the Mohawk Valley. Today, we flooded.
It was one thing when my street looked like a river. A little scary, but I could just stay in the house. It was a little more worrisome when the basement flooded. Well, I’ve been meaning to throw away a lot of that junk anyways. Now I’ll jolly well have to.
But it was a completely different animal when I started to hear a buzzing noise down in the basement.
“What’s that noise?” In a loud voice. “What do I do?” Even more agitated.
I did not, nor even consider for a moment, sloshing through the water for a closer listen. For one thing, the water is over knee deep. I can swim, but still. I have since been told that I was absolutely correct for such restraint.
As usual for a woman with my age, experience and sophistication, I called Mom and Dad. I suppose I am both a Mama’s and a Daddy’s Girl, but it cannot be denied that my parents know many things. I don’t think their basement ever flooded, but they probably know somebody who’s had it happen to them. My sister, for example (oh, wait a minute, I know her, too).
Mom said call Niagara Mohawk, they would send somebody.
“Steven! Get me the number to Niagara Mohawk!”
Of course we meant National Grid. For you younger readers (if any), National Grid used to be called Niagara Mohawk, in my opinion a far superior name. I mean, you can say NiMo, but are you likely to say NaGri? I, for one, am not.
So I called. They are sending someone. I later found out that we are also number 251 on the list for the Herkimer Fire Department (Steven called when I wasn’t looking).
So now I am waiting on my front porch for the NationalNiMo person. To relieve my feelings a little, I write a blog post about it. I don’t mean to treat my readers as unpaid therapists, but I must confess, I do feel a little better.
So that is my Friday Lame Post for the week. I hope you have enjoyed.