It’s baaaaack!
It’d gone down the drain. For a couple weeks it sat barren and silent. I wasn’t sure it’d return.
But maintenance brought it back! Just this morning.
And just yesterday I’d broached the matter while paying rent at the management office!
I’d sincerely missed it. The relaxing sound 24/7. Indeed a refreshing sound — and sight. ‘Twas what sold me on my little rental studio in fact.
I balked when at initial viewing management considered moving me down a couple apartments since a dishwasher was missing from my (future) unit.
“Don’t care about the dishwasher,” I’d said. “I’m a waterbaby.”
What won me over:
The long shot:
The water fountain … 3 floors below from my front door.
The motor died a slow and noisy death over a couple weeks. Every day the water shot up a little lower than before. Every day the motor groaned and spewed a bit louder than before.
Finally the thing died — or was switched off.
No more water flow.
No more soothing music to my ears.
No more water period. It evaporated damn fast in this dry Phoenix heat.
When I asked a maintenance man who happened to come yesterday to patch a ceiling leak whether the fountain was gonna be fixed, he said yes. “They’re letting it completely dry out so they can wash the green algae off the stones.”
“What?!” {eye roll.} “Some algae’s normal. That’s not the problem, it’s the motor.”
Whatever. Only reporting.
But as I mentioned, I did inquire while paying rent yesterday. She wasn’t too impressed by the algae claim but did affirm it’s gonna get fixed (eventually).
Soon as I opened my curtains this morning, I heard that sweet sweet sound. Truly music to my Piscean water-baby ears!
The fountain’s back! (Granted, the stoney bed’s not nearly as full as it was and needs replenishment. Time’ll tell whether that’ll happen.)
Nobody loves or needs the sound of moving water than I!
This is doubly so in these dry desert conditions. The song of tumbling spraying water just outside my studio helps keep me sane in a climate where I don’t belong.
“Fish outta water …” never truer!
Water is my Zen and Zen is water.
The fountain makes me certain that this particular studio space was meant for me. Makes me feel that someone(s) up there was watching over and protecting me during an arduous search for my own space in February.
So all’s well in my lil’ world today.
Well, not really. Things just feel better with water in motion.
A big wave of gratitude to whomever(s) got it going. Thank you!
Allelujah, Arizona! 