Learning a rough life lesson
Stare down the kitchen sink drain enough times and it transforms into something more signficant than just a meddlesome clogged pipe that allows murky water to sliently and swiftly flood the sink, only to slowly creep back down and leave a greasy stain on the sink's belly.
I've thrown everything down into the depths of my kitchen sink's innards to remove that mysterious aliment that prevents proper drainage. Drain-O, baking powder, vingear. Nothing has worked. Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to gain control of that unknown thing resting somewhere deep in the plumbing, reeking havoc.
This particular problem is a symbol of choas reaping havoc elsewhere in my life. My employment is in transition, my cell phone bit the dust. The order in my life has been tossed into the air and I am jumping up and down trying to snatch it back down. This is all caused by factors that seem to be just as mysterious as the clog in my kitchen sink.
It's rough learning that life can't always be controlled. But it was wonderful to see there are very good people who will step in to help. They offer work, a moving greeting card and give you another cell phone.
My father is one of these individuals. He has come by several times to help me with that clogged sink drain. Together, we siphoned water out the sink, took the pipes apart and reassembled them. Togther, we poured a baking soda, vingear concotion down the drain and leaned forward to see what would happened next in that long, dark passage that leads to the unknown.
I've thrown everything down into the depths of my kitchen sink's innards to remove that mysterious aliment that prevents proper drainage. Drain-O, baking powder, vingear. Nothing has worked. Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to gain control of that unknown thing resting somewhere deep in the plumbing, reeking havoc.
This particular problem is a symbol of choas reaping havoc elsewhere in my life. My employment is in transition, my cell phone bit the dust. The order in my life has been tossed into the air and I am jumping up and down trying to snatch it back down. This is all caused by factors that seem to be just as mysterious as the clog in my kitchen sink.
It's rough learning that life can't always be controlled. But it was wonderful to see there are very good people who will step in to help. They offer work, a moving greeting card and give you another cell phone.
My father is one of these individuals. He has come by several times to help me with that clogged sink drain. Together, we siphoned water out the sink, took the pipes apart and reassembled them. Togther, we poured a baking soda, vingear concotion down the drain and leaned forward to see what would happened next in that long, dark passage that leads to the unknown.
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