One day climate change finally got to her.
For the hundredth time, after heavy rains during the night, she was shoveling the flood water in the basement into an old and buckled army left over bucket, when she suddenly said out loud, alone and out loud to herself :
" Why am I doing this ?
Why am I doing this ? "
These heavy rains had become heavier and heavier each month, and it rained more often each year.
The basement of her house was not designed or built to endure such volumes of water running down the hill. All work done to fix the leaks had been futile.
So she shoveled the water from the floor - in her left hand holding an ancient rubber spatula with long wooden handle, to direct the water into that long gone and unused snow shovel, and then emptied the shovel into the old and buckled army left over bucket. And then again, and again, until the floor was dry.
Rain after rain.
Humidity in the basement was over 90 %, and over 80 % even in the garage, where she had her cars from the 70's. Today she found out that both of the little ventilators she kept on the floor were silent. She had set the timer to turn the propellors, to keep car bodies from rusting, but now she saw that even these last fans of cars had permanently failed to function.
The cars were not perfect. But they had a story. A perfect, matching story. But stories were cheap, and there were a lot of them cheap stories wandering around nowadays. Why should anybody anymore in this world of perfect objects have a desire to buy her cars ?
She had been taking care of them and their story for nearly 50 years, and for what ? Fossile fuels were finished, asphalt roads had huge holes in them, and even the narrow sand road to her house had crashed after the lake flooded. Who would even be able to come and buy these cars from her anymore ?
In fact - why even try to keep the basement dry anymore ?
The house was already a gonner, built on the coastline.
She straightened her back and looked around in the basement.
" I don't even like this house ",
and put the shovel down.
published in - just realized ... - beBee Publisher 18.06.2016 20:00