Sunday Morning

This entry shall be typed somewhat like a story.

Sunday morning was like any other Sunday morning, except that my dad was out herring pounding and my sister was in Washington D.C. Rain poured down out of the sky, not an unusual sight in Petersburg. At about 8:30 or so, I was in my room checking on Facebook and my mom was in the living room talking to dad on her cell phone. 

Apparently, she heard running water coming from the laundry room, so she went in there to see what was going on. From my room I heard her telling dad that she had to go right now, that she had to get off the phone and call him back. I shut my laptop and started towards the living room just as she called my name. I went into the laundry room to inspect the problem.

The floor was covered in about a centimeter of water and an area on the ceiling, about 1 to 2 feet across, was bulging about 1 foot down. Water poured from the bulge. Mom handed me a bucket, which I held under the flow of water, and she cut open the bulge. The bulge was caused by a bucket that had been set up in the attic to catch water from a leak in the roof. The bucket had overspilled, soaking the plaster beneath it and now the bucket was starting to fall through the ceiling. 

Mom decided to go up into the attic and move the bucket. I was instructed to continue holding the bucket under the constant drip of water. Easy enough. So I stood there for a minute or two, when all of a sudden the bucket fell from the attic...along with my mom. Luckily, she had her legs around the rafters, so she ended up hanging upside down rather than falling onto the edge of the washer. 

Somehow, I managed not to get splashed as the bucket, water, and chunks of plaster fell from the ceiling. Mom was waving her arms around because she had nothing to grab onto to help her up. She yelled my name hysterically and I had to retrieve a chair from the kitchen so that I could push her back through the ceiling. Alas, I did not grab the camera. Of course, we were both laughing, mostly because mom looked so funny. Mom came back down from the attic and told me how this happened. 

When she went into the attic to grab the bucket, it fell through the ceiling, dragging her with it. Somehow, the water splashed all over her face and down her back. It looked like one of those scenes from a comical movie. 

After this episode we spent the remainder of the morning cleaning the laundry room and getting water out of the fish tank on the boat. So that is why I didn't make it to church.