Many of us living in Chicagoland our entire lives have, at one time or another, been victim to flooding.
Chicago is surrounded by water.
Chicago is a major water-way.
Chicago is a low level city.
I have been dealing with flooding since I was born. Growing up on the South-East side, my parents basement flooded frequently and still floods to this very day. Having lived on the Des Plaines River as a newlywed left me with the loss of many wet wedded memories.
The flood I endured that year in Old Irving Park, left me totally devastated and without power for days. I lost all of my albums from Sinatra to the Jackson 5. I lost journals, my Shakespeare compilation, Nietzsche, Mythology and more.
So, this latest flooding was not nearly as upsetting. Now living in Pilsen for the last 4 years, the lowest point in the city, I became used to the seepage, but had not experienced a “flood”. I really didn’t lose any personal belongings (is a furnace personal?), although my favorite Franco Sarto pumps now have an interesting beach-like odor.
The things I lost in the flood this time were more psychological.
I lost vanity. There was no air condition for three-95-degreed days, so I invited my family over and we watched movies, ate and pretended we were in at a spa/sauna.
I lost panic and learned to love more. While the water was still rising, I ran out and had a wonderful dinner at Bella Luna with a good friend.
I lost energy but gained endurance. There were mounds of clothing left on a table that became a tad smelly. It turned out to be 4 loads, but I happily washed and put every piece away. Order can be a very good thing if you maintain it.
And finally, I lost old VHS videos that I was never going to watch again anyway and those things were finally tossed.
The next time mother nature decides to rain on my parade, I will be ready with a party and a song.