I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
Last week it rained. It rained Friday. It rained Saturday. It rained hard Saturday. It continued raining through Saturday night. Sunday it drizzled.
Sunday morning I look out my back door, and I see a hole. It's pretty big as holes go, about three feet in diameter. It's filled with water so there's no way to test how deep it is, save if you jump in.
So I jumped in. It was deeper than I expected, well over my head. I would guess I was about 10 feet down when I touched the bottom. When I reached the bottom I noticed a something rubbing against my face. I grabbed it. It was a rope. The rope, I found, was attached to the bottom of the hole. I gave it a big tug.
What I apparently did, was pull out the bottom of the whole. The water started draining out and I was going with it. I was sucked into a bigger hole. Although it was pitch black, I could tell it was bigger because I couldn't touch the sides anymore. I was also no longer surrounded by water, but I was plummeting at an alarming rate.
I fell for a long time. It's impossible to say how long, having nothing to gauge its passage. I clearly expected to smash into something hard at any moment. Terror eventually subsided and boredom became my most common feeling. I slept as often as I could. Sleeping in freefall is remarkably comfortable.
Eventually I slowed and then stopped, just floating. I reasoned that I must now be in the center of the earth and that gravity was now pulling me in all directions at once. There I floated, and there I died
If only the hole had turned out to be 7ft deep and simply the remnants of an old septic tank. That actually would have been pretty convenient. I had been ripping up part of the driveway that extends into my yard and a big hole would have been a perfect place to throw all of the pieces.
Sunday morning I look out my back door, and I see a hole. It's pretty big as holes go, about three feet in diameter. It's filled with water so there's no way to test how deep it is, save if you jump in.
So I jumped in. It was deeper than I expected, well over my head. I would guess I was about 10 feet down when I touched the bottom. When I reached the bottom I noticed a something rubbing against my face. I grabbed it. It was a rope. The rope, I found, was attached to the bottom of the hole. I gave it a big tug.
What I apparently did, was pull out the bottom of the whole. The water started draining out and I was going with it. I was sucked into a bigger hole. Although it was pitch black, I could tell it was bigger because I couldn't touch the sides anymore. I was also no longer surrounded by water, but I was plummeting at an alarming rate.
I fell for a long time. It's impossible to say how long, having nothing to gauge its passage. I clearly expected to smash into something hard at any moment. Terror eventually subsided and boredom became my most common feeling. I slept as often as I could. Sleeping in freefall is remarkably comfortable.
Eventually I slowed and then stopped, just floating. I reasoned that I must now be in the center of the earth and that gravity was now pulling me in all directions at once. There I floated, and there I died
If only the hole had turned out to be 7ft deep and simply the remnants of an old septic tank. That actually would have been pretty convenient. I had been ripping up part of the driveway that extends into my yard and a big hole would have been a perfect place to throw all of the pieces.