Oct
14
Water Water Everywhere
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“My water just broke” is one of the few phrases that grabs a man by his balls and gets his full attention. When Jodi turned back to utter these words in the pouring rain I had just picked up a bag of our dog Oliver’s shit. Did someone say romantic!
“You don’t worry about a thing. We’re gonna do this, and I’ll handle everything,” I said somewhat convincingly, as I flew downstairs and threw the requisite items into a satchel. In minutes we were speeding along on the Golden Gate Bridge to roll out the red carpet for our boy, Kai, named after the beautiful mysterious ocean churning far below us.
Two nights earlier this endless squall woke me in the wee hours twice to take our pictures and decorations off the walls and shelves. And, in the teeth of the gale’s 80-100 mph winds, just after first light, one of the 16-inch pilings that anchors our home snapped its base like a swizzle stick, sending our floating 40′x16′, 2-story domestic rectangle smashing into our wooden dock a few inches from a gas line. Bad! Very Bad! Then … the power went.
At that point, Jodi, at 36 weeks and on bed rest, threw in the towel, packed up and headed for the Holiday Inn, for on a houseboat, when the power goes, you cannot use your water due to the electric pump system. So off she waddled while I flew into Defcon 4 mode to keep our little slice of equity from imploding and falling to the sea floor. Four hours of frantic rope pulling, 3 frigid rain-soaked costume changes and one chain saw later we’d stabilized the situation to fight another day. Little did I know that the mighty sea was simply preparing for the arrival of its namesake the following day.
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