Water, you are a formidable foe

The thaw is on. Finally.

As wonderful as it was to welcome the warmer weather (see what I did there?), the snow still got the last laugh. As almost 6' of snow on the deck turned into water, it decided to make itself comfortable in our guest room. Guess it really is an inviting space.

Much to our chagrin, our newly laid floor spit out water from its edges when you stepped on it while a big pool of it lingered lazily in the centre of the room. There was only one thing we could do: move all the furniture out of the guest room and pull up the floor. The subfloor will be sitting bare for a few weeks until we're sure it's complete dry. Then operation reinstall floor can begin. Sigh.

On the bright side our flooring planks are plastic so they're good as new. I would have been so sad if we had to buy brand new flooring after only using this stuff for about a month.

Last weekend was a weird mix of winter and spring. You could fall through 2' of snow in one spot and be standing on bare earth a mere few feet away. Our little river was roaring with power, its water level so high that our bridge is completely submerged.

I'm hopeful I'll get to see our koi next weekend!

When life gives you lemons...

They say bad things come in threes. I guess we're going to test that theory today.

Last night Spence and I came to the realization that our camera is missing. The last thing we remember was packing it into the car before heading back to the city last Sunday night. Now it's nowhere to be found. Along with the camera went two lenses (a 24mm f/2.8 and 50mm f/1.4) a 32 gig CF card, a pistol grip, half case, extra battery, and messenger bag. It's a bummer for sure, but we're both trying to stay focused on the positive: it's just stuff. It can be replaced. The only things that can't be replaced are the photos from last weekend and that's very unfortunate.

This morning I woke up to the news that the camera is definitely nowhere to be found. Spence looked everywhere. It was a with a bit of a sigh that I set out to enjoy a cup of coffee in the sun by the ponds. On the way, I noticed this:

 

That's our neighbours' truck they very kindly loaned me last night. Last night, it was in pristine condition. This morning? Not so much. I don't know what kind of party the seagulls (?) had overnight, but I demand to know why I wasn't invited!

Instead of lingering, I decided to ignore the problem for the time being. I was bound and determined to enjoy my morning coffee in peace. So I grabbed the stack of flyers that were delivered yesterday from the passenger's seat of the truck (I successfully avoided getting bird poop on my hand while opening the door -- score 1 Sim!) and continued on my way.

I arrived to the ponds to find everything was just as I'd left it.

This will definitely make everything better, I thought. And I was right.

I was right until a split second after I sat down, anyway. With a jolt I came to the realization that despite the bright sunshine the chair was still soaked with morning dew. Yup, I was soaked.

That was number three. All in all, not exactly the start to the day I was hoping for, but hey, it's bound to happen once in a while right?

I couldn't help but think of a line I read yesterday in one of my favourite blogs: Smile. You're alive.

(As an aside, I offered to wash the truck when I returned it. I was very kindly told not to worry about it. All it needed was a quick rinse with the hose and it would be good to go. They would take care of it. I'm very grateful we live next to such wonderful people.)