little victories today
at the old house
to the new
mopping the mud
off of the bathroom floor
mud left by a flood
mud from rivers & hills
mud that has lived in this house
than i have
& with modest
for shits & giggles
not out of any sense
it’s my bathroom
i wanted to see what it would
i keep looking at all the things i need to do (boxes piled & still packed; walls with screws & nails that need removal/repair; a door that needs hung so one can poop in peace; etc.) and just kinda shrug. meh. i’ll get to it eventually. i’m hanging around this place for awhile. i can take my time figuring things out.
it’s nice not to rush. not to freak out. not to listen to the anxiety telling me i better get it done or else.
so in 2018, one of those freak storms happened that dumped tons of water in a short amount of time. as a result, three? dams in the driftless broke and water filled the little town i now call home. the water filled the basement of this house & went up to the third step as it creeped toward the second floor. walls, cabinets, appliances, and carpeting was destroyed & ripped from the house three years before i met it.
i like to think of it as a baptism for my house. a beginning, not an ending.
i lived in illinois at the time.
in the flatlands.
some think i’m crazy for choosing to move to a valley where one is warned not to put anything they care about in the basement.
but i like valleys. i feel safer there. more at peace.
why does someone from the flatlands of illinois crave the lush intimacy of a valley? well, durp, why wouldn’t they? i have seen enough plains & cornfields. i have had enough big sky & unstoppable winds.
today the kids & i played in a beautiful creek & watched the shadows of the clouds roll over the hills and i said to them, “aren’t we lucky! we live here!”