I woke up this morning…to a lake…or a mote rather, depends on how technical you want to get. It’s about a foot deep in the front and our raised path in the back is only partly covered by inches of water. It was at least raised enough that I could get to the truck in the driveway.
I had to be up this morning pretty early for an appointment with the Student Financial Advisor at the college in Bellingham (20 miles north of where I live). The appointment was at 8am, and I was pretty excited for it. I’d done everything I was supposed to do – I applied for the 2014/2015 FAFSA, I took my math placement test and did better than I expected to, and I went straight to the Advisory Office and made an appointment with him, just as he told me to do. I have a gold star in being on top of things!
I got there, and all the offices were locked and dark inside. I groaned, thinking that perhaps I had misheard the time, that maybe it was 9am instead of 8. No, no, I assured myself. She definitely said 8. I remembered thinking how early it seemed, and realizing pretty quick that I’d have to leave the house by 7:30 to have a chance at making it on time (I was still five minutes late, but people were also driving overly cautiously on the completely-clear-not-icy roads).
I went over to the gent at the Information booth, reluctantly, since I’ve already made myself out to seem pretty ditsy to him on a couple occasions already – and I’m not even attending classes there regularly yet!), and relayed my situation. He told me that due to the extreme weather circumstances, the school was opening at 10, that I should have checked the website before driving all the way up there. Bah!
When I got home, my boyfriend passed along the little tid-bit of information in our lease that we skimmed over: our pluming system is gravity-operated. During times of flooding, our toilet may not flush.