At least I have a basement to be flooded. Bill Pollett wallows in some therapeutic self-pity while he mops up. “The floods have incapacitated the furnace and resulted in seemingly endless hours of work continuing into the wee hours of the morning in ankle-deep water with sponges, buckets, and a faulty submersible sump pump.” Lost & Found – A Tsunami of Self-Pity, November 24, 2006.
On the sunny side of disaster. Two weeks later, Pollett muses on Vancouver’s apocalyptic weather, and the effect it has on community spirit. “We have seen the sky turn carbon-paper black, pouring upon our hood-shrouded heads a deluge of enough icy cold rain to drown cats and dogs, nearly submerge the family automobile, and create puddles large enough to have their own tidal systems.” Lost & Found – A Taste of What’s To Come, December 8, 2006.