In prison...
Metaphysically, .... I am in prison... On that note, let's begin part two of....
SATURDAY!!!!
9/13/08
Part Two
Part one is below somewhere... This is Part two... PART TWO!
There is so much I could write... so much yelling I could do right now... Just so much. Yeah, if you couldn't tell from the undertones from my precious posting, I am not a happy camper. It is so many things interacting with one another ... erggg.... Time to dig into that "fuck-it" bucket I made myself.... Speaking of moments for the fuck-it bucket, my moment at Meijer really didn't qualify. There was nobody in there... it was me, and a handful of others, that decided to brave the weather and head to the store. I walked aimlessly looking for a poncho to wear to what looked as if it would be a soggy beer fest... A beer fest I really couldn't enjoy. I remember the rain just pelting the roof causing a virbiration into the store... It sounded like a billion metal pellats being dropped from some point above... crinkle... crinkle...crinkle... I briefly thought, "Maybe Racine isn't such a good idea." That thought was replaced with, "Oh, here are the... Oh, I don't need that Fighting Illini umbrella... maybe?? No!" ... to the thought, "Why are there only green ponchos" ... to finally, "Hmm... Lake Street will be closed when I head back, I need an alternate route." As I passed by one of the checkers, I overheard a manager on the phone... "It's okay if you're late. I understand about basements flooding." It was then I was transported back to that time my sister's basement flooded, and I headed out into a rain similar to the one outside, to find a submersable pump. I pulled up to a Meijer similar to the one I was standing in... only to read the sign: "Grand Opening SATURDAY!!!" ... It was a Friday night..... I was really wet... I drove to a far away place to find an open Meijer... to get that submersible pump... to fight the flood waters in my Sister's basement for... 24 hours was it? Oh, miserable memeory... I became concerned about my sister's basement.... I became concerned for her kids. I raced home.
I couldn't race home. Streets were flooding everywhere! Remember that earlier parking lot flood near the old barber shop? It was overflowing into a major roadway... into back yards. I felt like a dick driving through that small river... creating wake. I wasn't the only one. I made it home. The power to my sister's place was still on... I was a little happy, because I found that her sump pump was still working... every 5 seconds...but still working. Guilt started to form in my head. "I can't leave these kids!" I said to myself. I left them. My friend was counting on me. And, I figured everything at home would be fine as long as the power stayed on. I couldn't think of a reason it would go off... There were no winds, and the rain, by this time, was a trickle. Still the backyard had a new pond. I told the kids, "GET EVERYTHING OFF THE BASEMENT FLOOR!!! JUST IN CASE!" When I was satisfied that they were doing something in the basement, I left.
It wasn't two minutes when I approached a lake in some culdasac (sp?).... It also managed to flood the road... the road I needed to get to Irving Park Road. I, in a brief moment, for some reason, decided to portage that lake...in my car.... I had been there a few times walking. I didn't think that that part of the road could be that deep... I WAS WRONG. I knew at that moment I had made a mistake... My car entered that lake like how a Wisconsin Dells Duck enters the Wisconsin River. There was a wall of water that completely encased my car... I heard a thunk... I heard a thud... I heard a perlunk... I hit the gas and said aloud..."Keep moving! Keep moving! Keep moving!" Somehow I made it through the lake... I pumped the gas... I looked behind me... several onlookers didn't look happy at the wake I put into their front yards... Who can blame them! I did a bad, stupid thing... Yet, I moved on.
TO BE CONTINUED... (It's a long one, folks... Oh, did I say I was unhappy? Did I? Sillies! I wrote it!)
9/13/08
Part Two
Part one is below somewhere... This is Part two... PART TWO!
There is so much I could write... so much yelling I could do right now... Just so much. Yeah, if you couldn't tell from the undertones from my precious posting, I am not a happy camper. It is so many things interacting with one another ... erggg.... Time to dig into that "fuck-it" bucket I made myself.... Speaking of moments for the fuck-it bucket, my moment at Meijer really didn't qualify. There was nobody in there... it was me, and a handful of others, that decided to brave the weather and head to the store. I walked aimlessly looking for a poncho to wear to what looked as if it would be a soggy beer fest... A beer fest I really couldn't enjoy. I remember the rain just pelting the roof causing a virbiration into the store... It sounded like a billion metal pellats being dropped from some point above... crinkle... crinkle...crinkle... I briefly thought, "Maybe Racine isn't such a good idea." That thought was replaced with, "Oh, here are the... Oh, I don't need that Fighting Illini umbrella... maybe?? No!" ... to the thought, "Why are there only green ponchos" ... to finally, "Hmm... Lake Street will be closed when I head back, I need an alternate route." As I passed by one of the checkers, I overheard a manager on the phone... "It's okay if you're late. I understand about basements flooding." It was then I was transported back to that time my sister's basement flooded, and I headed out into a rain similar to the one outside, to find a submersable pump. I pulled up to a Meijer similar to the one I was standing in... only to read the sign: "Grand Opening SATURDAY!!!" ... It was a Friday night..... I was really wet... I drove to a far away place to find an open Meijer... to get that submersible pump... to fight the flood waters in my Sister's basement for... 24 hours was it? Oh, miserable memeory... I became concerned about my sister's basement.... I became concerned for her kids. I raced home.
I couldn't race home. Streets were flooding everywhere! Remember that earlier parking lot flood near the old barber shop? It was overflowing into a major roadway... into back yards. I felt like a dick driving through that small river... creating wake. I wasn't the only one. I made it home. The power to my sister's place was still on... I was a little happy, because I found that her sump pump was still working... every 5 seconds...but still working. Guilt started to form in my head. "I can't leave these kids!" I said to myself. I left them. My friend was counting on me. And, I figured everything at home would be fine as long as the power stayed on. I couldn't think of a reason it would go off... There were no winds, and the rain, by this time, was a trickle. Still the backyard had a new pond. I told the kids, "GET EVERYTHING OFF THE BASEMENT FLOOR!!! JUST IN CASE!" When I was satisfied that they were doing something in the basement, I left.
It wasn't two minutes when I approached a lake in some culdasac (sp?).... It also managed to flood the road... the road I needed to get to Irving Park Road. I, in a brief moment, for some reason, decided to portage that lake...in my car.... I had been there a few times walking. I didn't think that that part of the road could be that deep... I WAS WRONG. I knew at that moment I had made a mistake... My car entered that lake like how a Wisconsin Dells Duck enters the Wisconsin River. There was a wall of water that completely encased my car... I heard a thunk... I heard a thud... I heard a perlunk... I hit the gas and said aloud..."Keep moving! Keep moving! Keep moving!" Somehow I made it through the lake... I pumped the gas... I looked behind me... several onlookers didn't look happy at the wake I put into their front yards... Who can blame them! I did a bad, stupid thing... Yet, I moved on.
TO BE CONTINUED... (It's a long one, folks... Oh, did I say I was unhappy? Did I? Sillies! I wrote it!)
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