Spring awakens

I love living in a world with seasons. Those perfect-weather-all-year-round places take away one of the simplest pleasures in life: watching the many personalities of nature.

Winter lasted exactly two weeks this year (which included Christmas, so at least we had that going for us), but the extra hour of daylight combined with the sudden surge of colors still exudes the sense of freedom that comes every spring.

Most of Utah's winter looked like this:

But while some people enjoyed the freakish warmth (I was not one of them), "winter" still wasn't spring because color sightings like these were nowhere to be found. Not outside, anyway.

And then the blossoms bloomed.

So. Many. Blossoms. Just looking at them makes me feel like I should be sneezing.

And if dehydrated plants can bloom, then you can be sure you'll find other springisms.

Like kites stuck in trees.

And the reemergence of the flip-flop tan line.

It took some time, but I can happily acknowledge spring now. Even in severe drought conditions, Utah is a beautiful place to live.

5 reasons March Madness is like a disease

1. It's highly contagious.
2. It negatively impacts workplace productivity for weeks.
3. Vital signs regularly surpass doctor-recommended levels.
4. Its existence impacts nearly every decision you make.
5. You enjoy milking this affliction for all it's worth, but a part of you longs for the steady normalcy of April.

That sleep thing again

There are good reasons to miss out on sleep, and there are bad reasons.

Bad reason:
You're at a dinner group, and because a couple of people don't show up with their food assignments, the meal is sorely lacking. But you know there's dessert—a beautiful-looking chocolate bunt cake, topped with fresh strawberries, whipped cream, and ice cream. Someone calls it the "Diet Coke Cake," so a red flag goes off in the back of your mind: danger—possible caffeine consumption detected. Take precautionary  measures. But you silence the warning because—chocolate.

Hours later, you're so wired your eyes don't even want to close. You're so wired the thought of an all-nighter sounds like great fun—until you finally crash at 3:00 a.m.

Bad reason:
You're grinding your teeth away in your sleep, so your dentist finally succeeds in scaring you into wearing a mouth guard at night. Things could be worse, but that lump of plastic takes time to get used to.

Good reason:
You stay up late to bask in two hours of pure BYU basketball entertainment, culminating in 6 first-half Chase Fischer 3's and Kyle Collinsworth's 6th triple-double of the season. (It took some guy named Shaq three years to get that many triple-doubles in college.) Sleep is elusive when you're having this much fun riding the tourney train.

Pictures included

I've always liked words. We all know this. But I also like pictures, more than I like videos. I love the ability they have to capture moments and personalities. I love the way they freeze time and trigger memories. Photography is a hobby I've been wanting to add to my repertoire for quite some time.

So when I got my profit sharing check a few weeks ago, I finally had a good excuse to go out and buy an entry-level professional camera (it's a Sony a6000 Mirrorless Interchangeable Lens Camera, in case you were wondering). I've been so excited about this expensive new toy that it's affected my sleep—not in a good way, of course.

I didn't get to dedicate any time to figuring out how to work my new camera until Friday, when it was dark and cold. So my test subjects were extremely limited.

My fuzzy socks were the perfect model to use as I acquainted myself with all the settings.

 And I know you've all been dying to see what's in my Harry Potter corner.

It's a thing to take pictures of your food, isn't it?

I'm quite proud of this shelf. I put it up myself—without a drill gun. My hands hurt for days after that.

The next day I took my camera to visit my family, because there are many, many more picture-taking possibilities there.

I started with some artistic shots.

Then it was time to document the natural goings-on of a typical Saturday.

Tyrel was the perfect person to test out the sports/movement setting on.

And the newest addition to our family was photogenic no matter what I did with the camera.

My favorite setting, though, is the one that waits for the person to smile before it automatically snaps a picture. I think my family was getting a little tired of their amateur photographer relative, so I tested this setting more extensively on myself, since I don't have a good camera-ready smile. Turns out I felt almost as silly waiting for the camera to catch me smiling than I do waiting for the stupid person to take the picture already.

But, it was a good way to pass the time while I waited for church to start, especially since it was Fast Sunday and I didn't have food to distract me. Brownie points if you can guess what I'm doing in these pictures.

Don't worry—I'm not going to force you to look at every picture I take. But, there will be a lot more pictures included with the words from this point forward.

A geyser in my closet

It was 10:35 p.m. I had a few pages of my chapter left, and then I was going to call it good for the night and go to bed.

Then I heard a roar.

At first I thought it was just my heater being extra loud, but then I got up to investigate. The sound was definitely coming from the utility closet. I pressed my ear against the door and was startled to feel a spray of water. I turned the hall light on, opened the door, and BAM.

Geyser in the closet.

I located the source of the geyser right away—a disconnected washer tube. After searching frantically for a lever, switch, or button to make the water stop, I did what I always do in a crisis: call my parents. (Yes, it did occur to me to call the maintenance emergency number, but the last time I tried that the number was disconnected.) The main benefit I got from this phone call was someone to panic with me (not an entirely useless thing to have). Nothing I did was helping, and I was getting wetter and wetter (that water was cold), so I made another desperate phone call to my apartment's general office number, hoping an updated after-hours number would be on the answering machine.

It was. Maintenance Emergency Guy answered the phone almost immediately, and told me where the lever was to turn the water off. Of course, I couldn't find it because it was dark and I didn't have my glasses on and I was already panicked about the lake in my hallway—what if I pulled the wrong lever and blew up my whole apartment?

Maintenance Emergency Guy said he'd be right over, and I used that time to finish getting dressed and find my glasses. And I found that magic lever about 30 seconds before he showed up.

That silence after 10 minutes of roaring was the most beautiful sound.

Then came the aftermath.

Really nice Maintenance Emergency Guy found the lever that turned off the washer so we could turn the water back on, meaning I would in fact get to shower the next morning. He also called somebody to come vacuum up the lake.

I changed into dry clothes, and started mopping up what I could with every towel I could spare.

These pictures really don't do this adventure justice, but I had to do something to satiate my nerves while I waited for Vacuum Guy.

A swimming pool also formed in my washing machine.

The items on my fridge got the worst of the damage. My coupon calendar, sadly, wasn't salvageable.

In hindsight, I wish I had snapped a quick photo of the geyser in the closet, but I was more concerned with other things at the time, like keeping my hair dry.

Vacuum Guy arrived 20 minutes later, so I moved my sodden mass of towels from the wet tile in front of the door to my bathtub.

And I finally found a use for that extra shower curtain I bought four years ago.

While I was ringing and hanging, this nifty little machine was sucking up water.

And when his job was done, Vacuum Guy put this very loud fan next to my bedroom door and told me to leave it on nonstop for two days.

Vacuum Guy left at midnight, and the worst of my crisis was over.

So I celebrated with a midnight comfort-food snack.

I was tired enough to forget that there was no way my body was going to allow sleep after such a disruption to my life of calm, so I spent the night tossing and turning when I could have been doing something fun, like finishing my book. Oddly enough, it wasn't the loud fan or replays of freezing water shooting at me while I tried not to drop my phone that kept my mind whirring. It was all the what-could-have-beens. What if I had been asleep when that tube broke? What if I hadn't been able to get ahold of someone to save the day? What if another pipe broke and I couldn't hear its resulting roar because the fan was so loud?

This whole experience could have been much, much worse. When your only casualty is your coupon calendar, you count yourself very fortunate indeed. (Plus it's great that I haven't made the plunge to home ownership yet, so the apartment managers get the fun task of footing the bill for repairs.)

This isn't something I ever wanted to experience, especially without another adult around to help, but a part of me is grateful it happened. This was one of those crises every adult has to face at some point, and you never know how you'll handle it until it happens. But I made those critical calls, kept my head, and pulled through it with some dignity in tact. It's one more thing I've proved to myself I can handle on my own, and I've got some battle-earned tips to keep in mind for the next crisis.

• You need to own more than four towels, even if you're the only one who uses them.
• The minute you move into a new home, locate as many buttons, switches, and levers as you can—you never know when you'll need them.
• When you get a new phone, take an hour to learn how to use it so you don't waste time figuring out how to dial a number in the middle of an emergency.

I will be considerably less glass-is-half-full about this if I have another sleepless night, though.