The happy place

The first spring rain now is falling onto the snow covered lands and thereby is creating a dangerous surface.

Like a slush made of dirt water, ice concealed by shallow puddles

Moreover

Wet icicles falling from the roofs (all of them) onto this aforementioned ground are making the sidewalks more perilous than the roads they fringe, as the dangers there are everywhere.

And the gravel is looking dirty and hard yet they provide safety of course they do.

And today I wore my sunglasses

Because the sun shines brighter now, it’s the spring sun.

Sometimes, however, the interesting thing happens indoors:

There was a big clog in the sewage behind the shower cubicle today.

It’s always been slow, but today it reached a point where something had to be done, as shower water spilled onto the bathroom floor.

I don’t think it’s ever been cleaned out before, because to move it, first the wall mounted bathroom cabinet needs to be cleared and unmounted. Then there is enough room to move cubicle to reveal the floor drain underneath. Like a 15-puzzle or a Tetris in reverse.

I was always curious to see how it looked behind and beneath this cubicle, and have been yearning to clean it thoroughly, because it looked just like I imagined it would with the black cluster of dust moths which were satisfying to clean out.

And

In the trap was the mother of all clogs, a fascinating very solid mass of god knows what, a last living (for I felt it was a living thing) remnant from the old lady, the previous owner who died in this apartment, and thousands of other things like a complete ecosystem or something with a color I haven’t seen before oddly fascinating:

I just drew it out with my bare hands — there weren’t any gloves nearby, and having my mind made up, I now felt an urgency to handle this promptly — feeling the surprisingly solid slimy mass with something hard like eggshells inside as i pulled it out and tossed it into the bin.

and now, having put all together once more, water runs freely through the drain, better than I ever would’ve thought possible.