Dripping Dry

A lot of folks are wringing themselves out here in New England, so we consider ourselves fortunate. In spite of the fact that our house sits on, and below, granite ledge, after a 10-inch deluge two weeks ago, thanks to vigilance and three, count 'em three pumps, a sopping wall-to-wall carpet in the basement was the worst of our worries. In fact, we felt pretty pleased with our clean rug once we returned the steamer we rented to purge the remains of that nuisance.

Of course, on Monday it began to rain again, dumping a total of seven inches this time. Eighteen homemade sand bags later we succeeded in diverting the lake of water that formed on our patio just as the leaking window well began to fill up again. When the rain stopped two days later we surveyed the 2'x4' wet spot on the basement carpet and, well, that breeze that brushed your ear yesterday morning? That was my sigh of relief. If you've been watching the news, you know it could have been Oh. So. Much. Worse. In the eighteen years we've lived here, there hasn't been a winter Nor'easter or a raging blizzard that has scared me as much as a March downpour on saturated ground.

So, I'm grateful we've made it to April and in honor of that momentous feat, I’m going to take a long weekend. I’ll leave you with a couple of quotes I borrowed from The Artist's Way, as well as wishes for a joyful Easter if you celebrate, and a lovely weekend if you don’t.

“Be really whole and all things will come to you.” Lao-tzu

“We learn to do something by doing it. There is no other way.” John Holt/Educator

“Learning is movement from moment to moment.” J. Krishnamurti