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Carol Perkins: Up the Water Spout

Previous Column: Harvey and Me

By Carol Perkins

When the Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed the waterspout, he certainly didn't expect a flood to sweep him away. Yet when the sun came out, he returned and started climbing again. In many ways, that mirrors how people respond to setbacks.

Consider the homeowners whose houses flood repeatedly. Time after time, they rent dumpsters, remove damaged belongings, clean up the mess, and rebuild. Businesses do the same, pushing inches of water out the door and setting up large fans to dry their buildings. I have witnessed this happen several times, and each time, once the sun returns, people get back to work. I'm not sure I would have the confidence to start over after losing so much.

Flooded basements require enormous effort to restore. We have been fortunate to avoid that problem so far, but it could happen at any time. We have also seen roads wash out, isolating families for days, and bridges collapse under floodwaters. Yet as soon as conditions improve, repairs begin. Like the spider, people keep climbing.

Compared to many others, we suffered only minor damage from the last severe storm. A large tree fell onto our empty lot, but my husband, Guy, was most upset about the cantaloupe patch it crushed.


"I'll start cutting up that tree as soon as the weather clears," he said.

"You're not cutting up that tree," I replied. "You'll give yourself a heart attack."

He never likes hearing that.

For days, he insisted he could handle the job one limb at a time. Eventually, after studying the fallen tree and the flattened garden, he admitted, "I don't think I can cut up that tree. It's bigger than my chainsaw."

What a relief.

"Can I at least bend over and pick up branches in the yard?" he asked jokingly.

After one round of cleanup, his bad knee became even worse.

"I'll give it a few days," he said.

I suspect someone else will end up behind a chainsaw.

Sometimes the itsy, bitsy spider moves slowly, gets tired, and struggles with aching legs, but he keeps going. We may not always be able to take on the biggest challenges, even when we think we can. Then again, perhaps I'm thinking of The Little Engine That Could instead.


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