When I was way younger, I and my childhood friends would scribble with chalk, suns on the pavement. Be it some form of juvenile sun ritual to stop the rain. It’s somewhat a graphical reincarnate of the weather nursery rhyme driving the rain away so the kids could play.
A few hours ago, I was awakened by the rumbling of roofs brought upon that menacing gush of strong wind. False modesty or being judgmental, I think the way I eloquently string words here doesn’t go with the current state of our house. Yup! I am too proud to admit that the residence I am in now is a frail patchwork of wood and roof as old as I am.
I’ll let you in on a secret. Right now, I am anxious that the roof might fly off. I reread that last line and it felt like it’s an understatement. I feel stupid. I am this anxious about something that somebody else might see menial.
This started a year ago, September 27, 2011. I distinctly remember the date because this should have been my 2nd day of work for a new job. The storm was relentless back then. At first, I thought of it as early day off but by early afternoon, I saw myself battling with the winds that threaten to take away sections of the roof. It had been strong, because despite our efforts, it took toll and ripped off three different sections. Good thing it didn’t got unhinged completely. I wouldn’t to go into detail anymore. I’ll allow your imagination wonder. The most extreme part of it was when we needed to lift one of our bamboo sofas to serve as weight.
I’m crazy! I know! It’s crazier coz I’m considering seeking psychiatric help. LOL! Is it me being a control freak that brings this feeling? I don’t like riding in vehicles too and it really devastates me if things go not according to plan.
I’d put this here as an oath. By September, I think I’d be eligible for a loan with the HDMF (silly me, I completely blanked out and can’t remember what the letters stand for). Hopefully things do turn out as I want them to be. I would like a stone house that can stand against strong winds and earthquakes. Oh, earthquakes, let’s not go there, that would be for another writing.
I forgot to mention, there was no power earlier but they brought it back on now. The winds weakened a bit but it’s now a downpour. Good thing they did come one after the other and not simultaneously. That would be freakier.
Internet is on too, so now I’m bored – it’s like a mistress that demands my attention.
Meh! It seems like this another work unfinished. I don’t intend for anyone to read it but I’ll post it anyway.
I hope I was young again – at that time when drawing suns solves anxieties. ððð