I was going to tell you I haven't written lately because I was waiting for a momentous occasion to write about. Something like a relaxing visit to an exotic location, a scary misadventure on a roadtrip, or perhaps the discovery of a new species of frog in my garden. Instead, I'm forced to tell you the truth---I couldn't find my laptop. Don't laugh, it wasn't completely my fault.
I have an apartment and office in the basement of my parents' home. I've lived there since I sold my house to my daughter and her husband about seven years ago. It's an ideal arrangement. I help my mom and dad out around the house and, until recently, they would watch my dog when I traveled.
About a week ago my parents and I were playing our daily morning game of cards. Or, as I like to call it, Social Hour at the Old Folks' Home. While we were sitting in the sunroom playing, we were also watching a massive rainstorm outside. Nearly two inches of rain fell in a period of about twenty minutes. After the game, I went downstairs to find over an inch of water on the floor of the basement. (A basement which had been dry for over fifty years.)
I quickly moved everything I could off of the floor, then started spreading out towels, cotton blankets and anything I could find to soak up the water. After over a week of moving furniture, throwing away damaged belongings, borrowing dehumidifiers, ripping up and throwing away all of the carpeting and foam padding, and mopping and disinfecting the floors, I was ready to get back into my regular routine. But, first, I had to find my laptop.
After quite a long period of increasingly frantic searching I found it patiently waiting--- right where I'd left it. Of course. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
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