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Drawn out of many waters

The rain is gone, at least long enough for the now-spongy house to start drying out a bit. Good news on the leaking trusty-Kenmore-washer front: Noble Plumber Vinnie sent one of his nicest and smartest emissaries, who reported that it was just glop in the trap; to clean it out in our tightly-configured laundry room, he had to move the dryer, and while he was it it, he shop-vac'd out pounds of dryer lint. So perhaps the leaking washer saved us from eventual immolation by combusting dryer lint. And gosh, the floor looks clean after I mopped up a sludge tide of wet lint. Did you know that wet dryer lint lumps look like tiny drowned mice? And yes, I realize that we are much more fortunate than, say, the residents of Lambertville and New Hope, two towns full of delightful old homes that are rumored to be inundated.

This week's protracted deluges have left us with a sense of relief, since they brought several of the Four House-Horses of the Financial Apocalypse close enough to feel their cold breath on our necks:

1. The Felling of Rootbeard the Ent (est. cost if done electively, $10,000; if done post-catastrophe, up to the insurance company)

2. The Roof (est. cost of new tear-off and replacement: as high as $40,000)

3. The Death Wave of First-Generation Appliances (all now alive well beyond their expected life spans: washer, dryer, fridge, oven, cooktop, water heater)

4. The Exterior Paint/Shingle Job (est. cost if done right, about a billion dollars).

We are so far from being able to pay for any one of these looming monsters that there's a certain peace involved. We will put them off indefinitely until Something Awful happens, and then we will do...something. As our equally house-challenged neighbor Mr. Dominique used to exclaim in his rich Haitian accent, "It is in God's hands!"
He sent from above, he took me,
He drew me out of many waters.
He delivered me from my strong enemy,
and from them which hated me:
for they were too strong for me.
             --Psalm 18:16-17
Posted on Thursday, June 29, 2006 at 09:18AM by Registered CommenterBrenda from Brooklyn | Comments2 Comments

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hallooo! Loving your blog as ever -- many hoots of laughter. Disturbing your Spouse, who is my pod-mate as you might know. What's your email address? Kill the Ent! A guy here at work just had his garage roof torn off and replaced and I think he was happy w/the contractor -- you might ask Spouse to speak w/David T. Here is my real issue -- could you pls. recommend a nursery to me, not that far from Williamsburg ideally? Trying to be nice to my tomato plants -- such as, should I plant bee-attracting flowers given that there are sooo few flowers in my highly industrial n'hood? I'm anxious about pollination.
June 29, 2006 at 12:14PM | Unregistered CommenterRobin
People who suggest killing the Ent are forbidden further interaction with the CrazyStable, because the Ent has promised not to harm us. So I'll just pretend I didn't see that suggestion.
As for tomatoes, mine always do semi-lousy because I crowd them together in semi-shade and forget to feed and water them (yeah, otherwise I'm a fine gardener)...but I do find that the old tradition of planting marigolds does seem to keep bad bugs down. I have never seen a nursery in Wmsburg nor heard of one; hereabouts I love the pricey Gowanus Nursery for high-end stuff like perennials and Lowe's for the basics. Feel free to disturb your pod-mate, he's already pretty disturbed!
June 30, 2006 at 10:12AM | Registered CommenterBrenda from Brooklyn

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