Or how I spent the day bailing out the basement, by Guinastasia.
Western PA is under a flood watch, and as our storm drain seems to have clogged up, water is filling up our basement. Not a huge deal, as it’s only a few inches, right? Except, it’s not draining, and it keeps coming up. We just got the furnace looked at – the last thing we need is for the water to seep in there, or in the freezer.
So, me, my mother, and my father, spent most of the day hauling buckets up of water, in a futile attempt to prevent it from getting any worse. Bailing out the Titanic, you say? Perhaps. But if we hadn’t, it would’ve been way, way worse.
Finally, after four hours of this shit, my dad left and went to Home Depot to get a sump pump. And as my mother and I are hauling out the last bucket, our neighbor (if there were an award for World’s Best Neighbor, this guy would win it, I swear, he’s the coolest guy ever), offered us his.
So now, after a sponge bath*, I’m sitting here, exhausted, but relieved. And seriously, seriously grateful that it wasn’t worse. 14 years ago I started a thread when Hurricane Ivan flooded our basement – and the neighbors down the street lost everything when the crick overflowed. So far, it looks okay. Cross your fingers/say a prayer/send good wishes/whatever you want that it stays that way!
And to my fellow Rust Belt Dopers, please, stay safe and dry!
*Since the drain still isn’t working properly, have to hold off on the proper showers. I’ll take what I can get. It’s better than being soaked and filthy.