It has become abundantly clear what has been going on. This weather fury stuff has been a demonic attack.
Yesterday evening it finally culminated in a grand finale with the kitchen sink. I had stopped washing the dishes because the water took forever to drain out of the sink. Finally I toted the dishes to the bathtub and washed them there. I had no choice. But the kitchen sink lost its mind. It is a double sink, and both sides began to get higher and higher with an inky muck. This was disturbing. I puzzled over where this muddy water was coming from. How could it be getting higher when I wasn't putting more water in the sink? That couldn't be what it looked like. I hoped. I'm pretty sure it was what it looked like.
I had complained to my lovely sister that the kitchen drain has been behaving strangely. She airily told me not to worry. It would be fine in a couple of days. OK.
Well, thankfully the bathtub wasn't under demonic attack.
Have you ever heard a computer voice become hysterical? I have. The weather report on my new weather band radio is a computer voice. It has elected for the past week to suspend extended reports, like a forecast, due to the "winter storm warning." Warning is the keyword. When the weather report says "warning," it's weather lingo meaning something tantamount to nuclear war. And believe me, they did blame the Canadians. The Canadians had nuked us. Goodbye. Computer voices just don't get more upset than they have been for the past week.
At eleven last night I checked the kitchen sink to see if it had recovered its senses or flooded the kitchen. I was relieved to see that it had somewhat recovered. The black hideous muck was gone, except for a heavy coating of some incredible ickiness from the underworld. Maybe I should go to bed and worry about this tomorrow.
Have you ever tried to figure out what you probably should be doing right now? I have discovered the perfect way of determining what I ought to be doing. I think of the one thing I especially don't want to do right now. That's what I should be doing. So I got several pair of gloves, a lined trash container, a roll of paper towels, and a bottle of Clorox spray cleaner. Voila! Still, I had a hard time wrapping my head around all this.
The sun had dared to show its face this morning for the first time in a long time. I turned on my cute new radio. I already knew things were better because I wasn't as cold last night. Yes, the computer voice had calmed down. It said it was 20º. It's hard to believe 20º seemed warm but it's so much better than 6 below zero. There was an extended forecast, and the winter storm had danced off toward New York. And Canada.
It has been so dreadful that it's been one week since I could go to the mailbox, which is about three car lengths away, because of the heavy snow and extreme cold. I drank a cup of coffee and reflected about the past week. It all started last Thursday. I had left a whole bunch of boxes from Amazon lying out next to the back steps on Wednesday, since they had been too big to drag in. I unloaded them outside and brought in the contents. Then first thing Thursday I went out to give the birds birdseed. I went flying myself, since the steps were icy. I landed a couple feet away on top of the boxes, glad that they had broken the fall. That's one.
Then all @#$% broke loose. I suffered terrible pain all day because weather fronts do some mysterious mischief to people with rheumatoid arthritis. Then Thursday night I suffered insomnia and stayed awake the whole night. So that's two.
Friday I was starting to recover, but I heard what I already had figured out. There was about to be a storm. I was in no condition to do anything about it, so I hid out. Saturday is the sabbath, so I rested then too. Finally by Sunday there were a few minutes before the drastic weather. I was in a flurry at that point, trying to make up for not doing anything for three days, however, I didn't have enough time. Sunday afternoon it began to snow pretty gigantic fluffy snowflakes. And it suddenly became very cold. That would be three.
Things became grim after that. When I got up in the morning, Mom was sitting at the desk, telling me she was the night watchman. She said there had been a man here for a while, who got her up at 4:00 AM to take her to her job at the airport. I soon realized I was trapped here for a while. I knew I wouldn't be traveling, but I hadn't realized that I was trapped inside until I went outside and had a distressing time. That's four.
Then the birds went wild, and began beating themselves on the kitchen window, a lot of them at once, when they saw me, to tell me to bring food now! That was freaky. That was five.
Then the kitchen chaos. And the lights started to flicker on and off. That's six.
But suddenly today I knew the demons had left. I suppose it's tiring to do mischief for days on end. Thank you Jesus.
