Weekend

I had a somewhat interesting weekend.

Friday: It started out on Friday morning with me taking a little tumble down the stairs. I was carrying my laundry to the apartment below, where our washer is. I was carrying my laundry in a basket held out in front of me as to not misstep and fall. Then somehow I mis judged the last step and fell twisting my ankle in the process. It was fairly painful, but after a few meaningful words with Him, the pain was basically gone. So I put the laundry in ( I had alot since I've not washed since I moved in on Sept 20th) and went on to my office and did some work there. It was there I noticed this baseball sized bulge on my ankle. It was not really painful, just swollen. I had forgotten the age old remedy of brown paper sack, cut into strips, soaked in a fruit vinegar and applied to the swollen region to get rid of the swelling. Plus, I'm not sure I can find a fruit vinegar, nor brown paper sacks (i'm sure a towel or something would probably work as well). But I did have some frozen peas which did the trick. So I popped in some Lost episodes and elevated my frozen pea covered foot for a few hours, not to mention the drugs. They all worked well together. Its still a little painful and a slight bit swollen.
Saturday: Saturday looked to be a busy day with a friend coming in from the capital in the afternoon and a gathering later that evening to bid farewell, hopefully more like "until next time", to a young couple. So I thought I would get some more laundry out of the way, like I said, I had lots to do. So I put in a load, took down the clothes from the previous day and a few other things before I noticed the lake in the kitchen where the washer was. The washing machine had turned into a opened fire hydrant making the kitchen into a swimming pool. I turned off the washer and waded around thinking of the best way to move such a huge quantity of water ( about an inch of standing water). I was hoping for a drain, but I couldn't find one. Right next to the kitchen is an enclosed, but open to the sky courtyard where we hang our clothes to dry. I did a quick scan, didn't see one there or in the kitchen. I called the person incharge of the apartment to ask if there were any drains in the apartment. She said only on the balcony, which was on the other side of the apartment. So I pull out my last resort, towels. I grabbed as many towels as I could and threw them on the floor. They float for a little while and then sank....'this could take a while', I thought. So then I begin the arduous task of wringing out the many towels. I was thinking, "what I wouldn't give for a wet/dry shop vac!' I was thinking I may have to have my friend come help me with all the this water. I then get a phone call from my old LandLady that she needed to meet me that day at 11:30am to get the keys for the apartment and it was 10:45am by this time. My friend was coming at 12 on the train. I was beginning to feel a slight bit of stress. Then a glorious vision: the tap. In my quick scan of the outside area, I remembered seeing a tap and usually where there is a tap, there's a drain. So I looked again,and under a huge, monda bucket, sure enough, there was a drain! So I whipped out the squeegee and made short work of all the water in enough time to meet everyone I needed to, even with a strained ankle! He is GOOD.

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