Waking Finnegan

“We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our whole life is rounded with a sleep” ~ Shakespeare

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Saturday, April 08, 2006

Sump (Clockwise)


The gurgling sounds from under the drain won't stop. I'm tugging on the beaded chain and trying in vain to pull out the hardened, crusty plug. But the chain breaks off and the silvery beads go flying in every direction.

Half of me is in the cabinet below working delicately to break the rusted monkey wrench from an ancient block of sponge. "If I wet the sponge, it'll be way easier". And so in my ecstatic rush to test this logic I limbo my way out of the miniscule space. Then, rising up like Lazarus, I violently kunk the back of my head on the edge of the door opening. I realize there's a massive welt---maybe even blood---but I purposely ignore it, hoping it'll go away.

Having freed the sponge from the wrench, I'm back under the sink (supine). Now I'm having a helluva time trying to get the teeth to grab ahold of the u-pipe coupling. The iron monkey head falls off and clacks against my forehead. I'm embarrassed but mighty glad nobody is watching. Dizzy ideas begin flickering. "Is this really the right wrench? Haven't I heard about another, more effectual tool? Why am I fucking around with this antiquated hunk of corroded metal anyway?"

Once again I work my way out of the cabinet, but this time gingerly. I notice the silvery beads from the plug chain have become translucent little pearls. I'm wondering if the hardware store will allow them as barter for a better wrench.

36 Comments:

Blogger finnegan said...

This is the first part of a dream I had long ago. The other half will follow.

10:34 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

I really like this! Let's see...I'm mesmized by how this dream allowed you to watch yourself work at problems and how you recognized the antiquated devices that are handed down as being 'the way' of fixing things as not always being the right way for you.

Of course the line, Then, rising up like Lazarus, is just the best!

It's interesting how - in your dream - you hid your pain and at another time thought the way you got a dizzying clunk on the head was embarrassing.

I LOVE the last part that rendered up pearls (wisdom) for your hard work. It was wise to try and get a better wrench with them.

Wow!

Good to read your words again.
:)

11:58 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

QUEEN NEETEE
It is great to have the time to actually post something again, although I had to dig up an ancient one to kick-start the blog. No matter. What matters is that you visit and offer up your generosity of spirit. Right now that's a godsend. Thank you.

1:50 AM  
Blogger boulies said...

Hi Finney, Glad you're finally back. The little monkey wrench guy is so cute. This seemed to be a very realistic scenario which could have easily taken place in my house. Things don't go too well around here when drainage problems occur, and it's alway worse when a toilet is involved. So your dream seemed more like reality to me; except you'd probably be in the hospital with all the head clunking. It ended nicely with the alchemy of those lovely pearls; especially when considering the possiblilities of what toilet troubles can produce. This was a fun little adventure and I can't wait to see what lies ahead. By the way, your comment to Perfect Virgo had me really cracking up. You missed out on when Neetee, he and I became siblings. Maybe it's a long story fit for a blog.

2:55 AM  
Blogger Maddy said...

dizzy ideas begin flickering...
your mind is flickering with
pearls finnegan and i noticed
you are a pisces which is my
favorite sign - next to
mine of course...a deep pool,
that is what you are...

3:04 AM  
Blogger Zataod said...

Finn -- In cases like this, I would call a professional plumber.

5:22 AM  
Blogger floots said...

where u bin finn
glad to see/read you again
hope all is well

spanking the monkey wrench and dealing with your own pipe may not help you see more clearly
but it sure is fun to read about
as one who has limboed under many sinks
(and often feels like pulling the plug)
this had that impact and eerie reality which i love and which you are so good at conjuring up

(no rush - tomorrow will be fine for part two)
cheers:)

7:45 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

BOULIES
The head clunking is mandatory initiation for any plumber I suppose.
I became a head case---undone through a literal skulduggery.

One synonym for skulduggery is "monkey business".


MADDY
You are a generous commenter, Maddy. I am curious to see what sign you are. I'll take a digital hike to your place
for a little astrological Q's and A's.

ZATAOD
Really? And what if he looks like an ape?

FLOOTS
I've been laying low under the sink of life
looking for pearls of wisdom and trying to buy time.
I found only a dried mouse turd and a headache.

Yes, spanking the monkey wrench till the pipe bent and the head fell off.
Hmm, I'll bet Sigmond never went down that mental pathway.
He was big a nob, no doubt, but incapable of anal-izing
such loopy mental retardation as mine.
He'd have called a plumber too.

10:08 AM  
Blogger blow said...

hey,
i spent some time today reading some of your previous posts as well as this one. i don't have the time to comment on them individually (exams and all) but i really like the way you write! dreams are interesting stuff.. really like how lucid this was, could picture it.
i like this place... will be back soon. :)

10:16 AM  
Blogger transience said...

and the words "monkey wrench" suddenly seem so appropriate. damn, and i missed this place.

12:23 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

BLOW
Thanks for blowing through and leaving your letters.

TRANSIENCE
Goodness, there you are! Hope you found success with your house-hunting. Needless to say, you are still kicking.

8:43 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Your somnolence induces regular wounds Finn! Yes, nocturnal injuries abound of late... There is only one way to lie beneath a plumbing job. Yep, SUPINE!

Hang on, I have just realised the dreaming YOU wondered if he had picked the correct wrench - would this not be an adjustable wrench? An infuriating flaw that our dreams always throw up to thicken the stew. Brilliant!

10:13 PM  
Blogger Zataod said...

Finn, I've seen apes write some good code. I bet they can do plumbing as well.

11:23 PM  
Blogger karma said...

yea finn, free-er of sponges!

3:55 AM  
Anonymous cooperr said...

yea - he's back

Damn Monkey Wrenches.

7:35 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

indeedy doody dandy. the dream drifter comes slipping back in through the front door with his usual rush of surreal dizziness that is mirror matched only by the twice he manages to 'konk' his crust on some strange impliment or another.

but why, one has to ask, have you got a picture of PV at the top of this minor masterpiece?

UUNNGNW. is that not only the word verification but also the sound of your head meeting metal>

12:48 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

PERFECT VIRGO
Yep, you've got that right P.V.
One of the things that makes me go "ape shit" in my waking life is when I ding myself---either through errors of omission or commission. Has a lot to do with the foolish notion that I should know better. Obviously logic plays no real role in the aftermath. I suppose this is what cuss words were invented for. There are no special wrenches, including the monkey or adjustable sort, which will ratchet things into proper alignment.


ZATAOD
Apes writing good code? I believe it with some of the websites I've seen.

I was wondering whether or not plumbers call it a "sapien wrench" on the Planet of the Apes. "Honey, have you seen my homo-sapien spanners and erectus clamps?"


KARMA
Sponges again. I'm seriously wondering why sponges keep making an appearance in my dreams.

COOPERR
Cooper, where is your link to your site? I'll lay it down here so that others can know of your great new site: wonderland or not
I'll be by in a jiffy to see what you're up to.


COCAINE JESUS
Actually the sound of my head "meating" metal is given amplification in the second half of this dream. Stay tuned.

The Call 911-Foot Baby Cocaine Jesus and Mary Working in a Chain Gang of 4 is returned, but he hast maligned the sunny countenance of our good man P.V.
I'd suggest you get your pistols loaded, for P.V. is a crack shot when it comes to redressing (or re-cross-dressing for that matter). In German the word for hunter is " Jäger ", which alliterates with Jagger, who sang about not getting no satisfaction.

Verification Word: GZUZVSPVGO

8:36 PM  
Blogger superflywebpimp said...

there is othing quite like the sound of a monkey klunking his (insert coconut sound here) yes it's true, i live!

superflywebpimp,
genius, author, lover

9:01 PM  
Blogger Perfect Virgo said...

Dreaming of plumbers plumbing is vicarious hard graft. CJ's welcome to cast asparagus, I may be thin-skinned but not where Cocaine (sweet baby) Jesus is concerned!

CJ ~ Hey CJ you jest surely!! My own alarming countenance cannot hold a candle to the primate above!

Superfly ~ where ya been man?

9:33 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

SUPERWEBFLYPIMPER
Genius, Author, Lover is back from saving the world for the umpteenth time. Roll out the red carpet and cue the Mariachi band! Olé!


PERFECT VIRGO
You know, if CJ casts too much asparagus at you, don't eat too much of it---your site will develop a curious asparagus-pee stink.

Superfly has been changing costumes while nursing a bad back. It takes him a bit of get up and go to get up and go.

8:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great title and great writing.

8:00 PM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

well i for one found the simian sitting silent at the top of this piece rather attractive. obviously not a patch on that 'charming man' PV who is less a 'brown eyed handsome man' but more a blue eyed 'blue jean' baby.

hmmmm, this asparagus tip is really tasty. veg anyone?

9:57 AM  
Blogger Sara said...

And this is only the first half. Reads like a tidy short short story, with the transit from beads to pearls. What a dreamer and dream-renderer you are. I hope you're well.

9:55 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Aside from the ensuing "monkeying around" that occurred here in the comment thread, I enjoyed this part 1.

I was here several weeks back when sponges were appearing in your dreams and I returned to soak up more. (groan at me, I know.)
I have more thoughts on that symbolism but I don't know you well enough to conjecture more plus CJ, would probably dare me to "moon" him or some such thing, especially if I defend the countenance of the blue-eyed black-jeaned Yamaha biker man. Actually, I don't think anything will stop CJ or any of you! :)

I cracked up laughing over this reply you gave in your comment thread:

"I was wondering whether or not plumbers call it a "sapien wrench" on the Planet of the Apes. "Honey, have you seen my homo-sapien spanners and erectus clamps?"

Love your tongue in cheek (on your head- no where else) humor, puns, and plays on words.

5:56 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

OOPS: grammo alert on my part above: I don't have time to retype my comment and correct the first sentence. I LOVED the joking in the comment thread. I meant "aside" from that, that I thoroughly enjoyed your dreamy post! I need to catch some zzz's.

5:59 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Perhapse you could dream up a better wrench or a monkey wrench trainer to sort out the problem. The pearly plug chain could catch on I think

7:21 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

ANONYMOUSE
I only call you an anony-mouse due to your hiding. "Come on out little anon-y-mouse...I've got a surprise for you!"


COCAINE JESUS
Thanks for the the asparagus "tip of the day", C.J. You need to try my home-made pizza with grilled asparagus and Sicilian sausages. You would glady become my slave for it, I promise. On second thoughts, I imagine you'd be my slave without any extra enticements.


Sara
Thanks Sara sweety. You make me smile and feel like a lucky guy. Cheers.


SILVERMOON
Yeah this comments section gets a bit wacky at times, doesn't it? I should be forgiven, however. I've been on such a long hiatus that I've forgotten virtual etiquette, thus my transgressions in this chatter-box spill out without any sort of control. I'll try to be more upstanding next episode. ^^
Soak up what you can, because I'm definitely all wet.

You are welcome to moon C.J. any time. I give you my full authorisation, as C.J. gave me "total power of lunacy".

I once tried a tongue-in-cheek with the wrong part of my anatomy and ended up rolling downhill, straight into a manhole.


SILVERMOON again
Catch all the ZZZ's you can, Moon. I'm here watching my P's and Q's


SUE HARDY-DAWSON
I believe the pearly plug chain will be available in the Ladie's Section at Harrod's within the year.

2:08 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ANONY-MOUSE
Ha ha! You are too funny. I want to have you.

12:07 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

ANON-Y-MOUSE
You might not want me after I post the second half.

3:20 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

FINN,
"total power of lunacy":ROFL: stellar comeback!

No need to control your outbursts.I adore them. Heheabouut your p's & q's but please JUST watch them. I like the fun, here. Besides, this helps me DREAM in a more interesting manner... ;) Many's a time the comment thread can be more interesting than the original post; of course, that doesn't happen on your blog.

OMG, you read my mind with your tongue in cheek (somewhat cheeky) reply. I prefer to let off steam via other "paveMENt" MANiPullations...

3:23 PM  
Blogger Nick Zegarac said...

A riotous gaggle of frustrations brewing just beneath the surface, eh? Yep, I'm not Bob Villa either. Instead of a better wrench I'd be thumbing the Yellow Pages under 'plumber'. I'll give you credit for not giving up and an 'A+' for effort. Trust me - in life that's about as rewarding as it gets!

4:51 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

NICK ZEGARAC
There'll be another gaggle of things to google in the next episode.

Effort is rewarding when you manage to accomplish what you've strived to achieve. There's nothing more frustrating than "struggling to the death" when you're the one that winds up dead.
You can't even taste the proverbial "fruits" of ones labor.

Don't get me wrong; I've got a very soft spot in my heart for underdogs and losers. Take Cocaine Jesus, for example...

6:34 PM  
Blogger Floating Soul said...

wow. who knew plumbing could be so entertaining? ;)

1:40 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

FLOATING SOUL
Well, it's important that I not be a drip.

7:54 AM  
Blogger Sculpt Me said...

As a dreamer, youre intense! I thought I could hear the gurgle, nostop gurgle, in the background.

6:33 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

HUDDLED MASS
I looove your blog name! Could I borrow it for a few weeks? I've been a huddled mass for donkey years and wish someone would kick me.

11:25 PM  

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