MY TOWN’S WOE: A Flood Story
About ten days ago, I rode my bike down to the banks of the Mississloppy River (as I often do) to take a few pictures. Those pictures were going to be part of my epic Cycle365 photo-documentary about the major flooding that the TV news was predicting would arrive in ten days. My plan was to take a bunch of before-and-after-pictures of the river, from the exact same viewpoints, ten days apart. Very creative photo-documentarianism, if I do say so myself.
On the day I took those pictures, thanks to the advanced warning provided by the flood forecasters, hundreds of volunteers had gathered downtown to fill sandbags. One of those volunteers was THE GOVERNOR OF THE STATE OF MINNESOTA! Way to go Guv! I would have volunteered too had I not been working on my photo-documentary. You know, business before pleasure and all that–and I really NEED that paycheck I’m getting from Cycle365 for my professional photographery skills.
So now it is ten days later and I’m faced with a bit of a problem. A couple of the viewpoints from which I had taken “before” pictures were no longer accessible for “after” pictures due to floodwaters. Well, even the BEST photo-documentarians miscalculate once in a while. Certainly Cycle365 won’t renege on our $25,000 contract over such a small technicality.
Pretty nice, right? Well worth that $25,000 fee. Please send the check care of my agent, G-2.
The flood didn’t reach record-setting proportions, thank goodness. The flood experts said that’s because we were lucky not to get any rain this week. A few homes on the east side of MY Town were threatened, but, thanks to the dedicated sandbaggers, there was no major damage that I’ve heard about.
MY PERSONAL WOE: A Flood Story
The Feeshko and I live in a modest split-level home that is nowhere near the Mississippi River flood plain. Yet, we suffered a flood. Our drain clogged and backed up sewage into the lower level of our house last week. WOE IS ME! Incredible stink. Carpet ruined. Books waterlogged with sewage. WOE IS ME! Hassles with contractors and insurance companies. Renting of short-term storage facilities. Moving into a motel with our dog for two nights. WOE IS ME! Very hard work carrying water-logged furniture and other crap out of the house. The Feeshko and I sometimes work well together and sometimes fight like a cobra and a mongoose over this. WOE IS ME!
But, at least I’m not complaining about MOLD in my house. Not yet anyway.
I heard there is a new challenge for April.