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June 26, 2006
"Neat Crap, Come and Get It!"
I need a sign that says something like this. It appears as if I'm having a redneck garage sale in my yard. Most of the contents of my basement are now laying in my yard. Two tents, two sleeping bags, sleeping pad, camp stove, ski boots, random assorted boxes both empty and full, power tools and their storage containers. The more delicate items that used to be in the basement are layed out on my kitchen counters. Why, you ask? It seems that my basement has flooded.
Somewhere in the comings and goings of the day, running errands, doing chores in the house and yard, I noticed a peculiar sound coming from my basement. The noise sounded a little too much like a sump pump running for me to ignore it, and, sure enough, it was. A pipe broke, and sprayed water all over the basement, all over everything I own down there, puddled water about 3 inches deep on the floor, and the sump pump was unable to keep up. I think I discovered it early, but any water spraying from a pipe on the basement ceiling is too much.
Most of what was down there will be fine. Stuff will dry out. I lost several rolls of photos that weren't being stored in a watertight container. They were photos of a trip I took with friends to Copper Canyon in Mexico and a trip I took to Padre Island National Seashore in Texas. The negatives are ruined for sure, but the prints will be salvagable, albeit permanently warped and messy looking. After summiting Mt. Kilimanjaro years ago, I received a certificate. Something blue bled onto the certificate, making it partially unreadable. The worst thing that got wet was a significant quantity of photography equipment, two cameras and three lenses, that I recently inherited from my dad, who was a talented photographer. The equipment is worth a lot of money, but it means more to me in its sentimental value. Inside of one camera is a partially exposed roll of film, the last photos that my Dad took on the Galapagos Islands in Ecuador before he died. Tomorrow I'm taking the camera to a camera shop where they can remove the film in a dark room and try to salvage it. We'll see what happens.
I ran today. It was hot. The trail was dusty. I got really dirty. It was great. Unoriginal enough? Oh, I ran 8 miles easy.
Last winter, I wrote a blog entry about a pink sports bra I have that zips in the front, and whose zipper is broken. After a run wherein I spent much time making sure the zipper stayed up last winter, I put it in the bottom of a drawer to make it a cross-training sports bra. Today I rediscovered it and got excited to wear it out running. I think it's a cute sports bra, hence my excitement. I did, and it had the same unzipping problem. I was trail running, so luckily not a lot of people saw me struggling with the zipper.
Posted by Meghan at June 26, 2006 8:39 PM
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i'm donating my pink sports bra :) I tried it again just walking around and I had the same problem as on the run where all hell broke loose re: the bra. I am SO DONE!!
Let us know how the picture recovery mission goes.
Posted by: Audrey at June 27, 2006 4:54 AM
haha...you and your boob issues recently! have you tried pinning the zipper, or does it not have a hole to put the pointy end of the safety pin through?
hope things work out with the film and camera equipment. i'm sure they can salvage the equipment without much difficulty.
Posted by: jeff at June 27, 2006 12:03 PM