The subject of water was definitely on my mind this morning before I left for my walk. I am a newshound and like to catch up on the news of the world since I went to bed, so when my alarm goes off every morning, I reach over and grab my radio headphones and put them on. The two biggest news stories early this morning involved water plus both local weathermen were predicting rain. The weather forecast sounded iffy for walking … sprinkles for morning drive time. I decided to self-forecast and check it out with my own eyeballs instead. I took out a bag of garbage and the sky looked a little ominous, but what the heck, the last time I looked I was not made of sugar. I ran back into the house, snagged my umbrella off the hall tree and trudged off, the preoccupation with H20 still lingering while I walked. There were leftover puddles from yesterday’s rain, and it sure felt chilly enough for frozen precip.

I walked to the borderline of Lincoln Park and “the Dot” and crossed the Ecorse Creek bridge. I passed the “Welcome to Wyandotte” sign then turned on my heel to head back home. As I strolled back over the bridge, this time I looked into the “Crick” water which was brown and murky looking. I just couldn’t help but think that a similar watery muck is oozing into so many homes in Colorado as a result of the river overflowing and torrential downpours. Can you even fathom the devastation? I believe they have lost count of the homes ruined and beyond repair or those that will be supposedly salvageable in more than fifteen Colorado counties. Our home has sustained basement flood damage years ago, plus smaller annoyances like a ruptured hot water tank, a toilet tank which cracked in half and a pipe that rusted through after a full bathtub was drained which caused alot of damage to the suspended ceiling downstairs. In each instance, it took only a matter of minutes and water was everywhere. While these were catastrophic events at the time, I have to concede they pale in comparison to the Coloradans’ dilemma. Since the flooding began last week, every day seems worse than the day before. It is all very sad – the devastation, the people and their pets being collected by helicopter from their rooftops in a disaster that now rivals Hurricane Katrina. There are well over 1,000 people missing. Mother Nature is certainly stomping her foot and having her way this year, is she not?

On the other side of the world, the international news was all aflutter about the long-awaited extrication of the Costa Concordia from the pristine marine sanctuary in Giglio Island where she has lain like a large beached whale since striking a reef on January 13, 2012. That was a Friday the 13th event to be sure. Today’s early international news advised a bad electrical storm tabled the original start time of the engineers’ efforts at this tiny Italian island. It seems Mother Nature was wreaking havoc over there as well. The engineers have vowed to get the ship righted if it takes all night – they will not shut down their operation until completed. I’ve been following the events leading up to today’s salvage operation, so when I returned from walking I was eager to hear about the progress of the Costa Concordia’s parbuckling, or the righting of the ship. I switched on the news, but sadly, that news story wasn’t even mentioned, pre-empted of course by the unfolding events of the Washington Navy Yard shooting. That tragedy has continued to take precedence in the news throughout the day, but as of the time I posted this blog, the Costa Concordia endeavor endures. I’ve bopped over to the Huffington Post’s live streaming video, pics and posts throughout the day and just peeked again at their progress. It is amazing how nearly upright the ship now is. Have a look at this site:

I guess part of my fascination with the Costa Concordia stems from the fact that my first cruise was on the T/S Flavia, which was from the same Italian shipping company, Costa Line. I sailed with my parents on the T/S Flavia in the Summer of 1972, for a four-day jaunt out of Miami to the Bahamas. The accommodations were wonderful, the service impeccable, and food so delicious; the weather couldn’t have been better the entire time. The T/S Flavia was based in Genoa, Italy and had an all-Italian crew. My folks bemoaned the fact they each gained five pounds on our short cruise, but with my youthful metabolism, I don’t believe I gained an ounce. Our young, all-male waitstaff were eager to please and hovered around our table competing with one another to bring the most goodies to the 16-year old teenage girl and her parents and table mates. The language barrier existed bigtime, but smiles go far to bridge that gap. It was a wonderful experience and I was sorry to see the tragedy transpire on the Costa line. The picture above was taken in the picturesque town at the port of call of Nassau.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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