Meaningless

Today I'm reading a book called Exploring Washington's Past: a Road Guide to History. The entry on Spokane tells the story of a fire in 1889 that wiped out the fledgling city. The paragraph about the fire concludes, "Leaky hoses used in vain to fight the blaze cost the water superintendent his job (although he was hired back as a private contractor to rebuild the entire water system)."

So first of all I had to re-read it three times to savor the dry humor of the person who could include that tidbit in such a brief history of Spokane. And second of all...well, there's really nothing new under the sun, is there.

That's all for today because we're having a Plumbing Issue...and the nasty underbelly of proud homeownership is the fact that the Landlord, who can, with proper application of the appropriate arcane rituals, occasionally be successfully summoned up by renters to repair such grimy little problems in their dwellings--well, we have to take care of these things on our own now, apparently. We have summoned a Snake, and are hoping that our awkward contortions and self-abasement will please the Snake to find and destroy the Infernal Plug inhibiting the graceful flow of the Waters in our home. I'll let you know the result of our beseeching and our sacrifices.