What the hell?

Flood Warning

Okey doke. For those of you privy to the baseflood of two summers ago, let me tell you how much worse it can be.

Let it snow.
A lot.
Then let it rain.
Then let the temperature rise.

Watch your front and backyards become swimming pools, with a depth ranging from 4" to 14". Try walking through snow (only to then discover your boots aren't as waterproof as you thought) to the shed to dig through the dark and find hoses and buckets.

THEN (just for fun) do all of this *before* a flood. I say this now b/c I know what a basement with 3 inches of water looks like.

Sweet bejeesus, that sucked. At 6.30 we realized there was water flooding the lowest level of the house. Quick! Run, pick things up, use a pump and push some water out. Wait! The pump breaks. The man in the house spents an hour driving to Lowes, Home Depots and the assorted contract supply vendors. But there's no pumps left. (Apparently other people are dealing with the same amount of water.) Soooooo we have continual process of removing water from the rain drain thing next to the basement windows until tomorrow a.m. HOpefully Sunday's sun will let us find a pump so we can work on the backyard. (And what? put a hose to the sewer drain in the street? I dunno.) But like clockwork I need to go to the basement every 40 minutes to fill a bucket from the window. Today I have shoveled more wet heavy snow than is healthy, thrown lots of heavy items, and bent over more than I have in years. My back is not happy. Neither am I. To entertain myself this evening I'm going to dig out the foot bath and the paraffin dipper.

So when you ask me how my weekend was I can honestly tell you it sucked.

Grmph.

posted by irene @ 2/23/2003 12:30:00 AM