Relative Something

In the middle of the night, between Saturday and Sunday, we experienced a fairly intense storm. There was a lot of lightning and thunder, strong gusts of wind, and heavy rain. I woke and listened to the deck furniture tumbling, while watching the trees out our bedroom window strain against the blasts of wind.

In the morning, I went about my business, traversing the levels of our house, wandering room to room, engaged in a simultaneous batch of multiple chores. It was my second trip to the basement that brought a sense that something was amiss.

I decided to do a brief audit to make sure no leaks were occurring from the frequent downpours we have received in the last week. I was pressing my hand against the carpet along the walls, when I worked my way up to the piled furniture. The floor was good, but I noticed something about the wall. It looked like a bubble under the paint, the brand new paint job just completed. I reached behind the stuff stacked there and put my finger on the bubble. It was wet.

It appeared like water was underneath the paint. I stood up to see how the water was getting in.

It took me a few seconds to realize that there was no window in the opening. The storm had blown the window in. It was laying on the piles of stuff below.

Two steps forward, one step back.