The Mayhem Continues

by Bella Rum

Remember that post about things going haywire around here? Well, it continues. I woke around 4 o’clock and couldn’t go back to sleep. I went to the bathroom (of course), flushed and started to wash my hands. Things started sputtering and spitting and I could hear the toilet going a little wacky.

I woke H because why shouldn’t I? Snoozing away, all comfy and blissful, he looked like someone who should participate in this sputtering, spitting situation. He suggested that a water main had burst. We found the emergency number and called. We were immediately assured that a water main had indeed burst, and that the full force of the Department of Public Utilities was being brought to bear on the problem “as we spoke.” And you know that made me feel so much better. But no promises could be made. She would just “hate to promise anything.” And you know that didn’t make me feel better.


I have an appointment for a followup mammogram this morning. They found a little sumthin’ sumthin’ about six months ago. I had to go back for a pinpoint mammogram immediately, but they still weren’t quite sure nuff. I’d like to be clean… you know? And my hair was sticking out like a cat who’d been pulled backwards through the shrubs.



H told me to quickly take a spit bath in the sink before everyone in the free world woke up and wanted to flush and spit and sputter all at the same time. The man had a point, and that’s what I did. Technically, a spit bath does not include washing your hair, but I did that, too. Thorough rinsing was not easy. The trickle was very slow.

Don’t worry about me. I’m clean. And that means something.