Tuesday, July 7, 2026

     I just poured a bottle of Green Gobler drain clearer into the bathroom sink.  Last night the kitchen sink would not drain and the kitchen water over flowed into the bathroom sink. We stop using any of the drains. Now I am waiting to see if the drain clears.

     But I spent most of the night entangled in disaster fears.  What If I can’t find a plumber. What about the toilets and I fell into imagining all kinds of disasters.  I tell myself I am too old to solve this problem.  My house is too old.  My kids are too old. All my friends are too old. On and on.

     And yet by morning I have a plan.  I watch videos of clogged sinks and confident women saying you can do this. The directions for green gobbler is to let it sit for 15 minutes or overnight. No clear directions here. My somewhat not young but very energetic roommate has a plan also.  She gets the kitchen sink and I stick with the bathroom sink. We may have to pick up more drain clearing medicine.

     Before the evening crises I watch the second season of ELLIS, another British detective living in a small charming town where murders happen. And I continue to read THIS IS NOT ABOUT US by Allegra Goodman. Now, I am sitting in my cold bedroom wearing my green puffer jacket, waiting for the drain to clear.