raindrops keep falling...
It rained inside my house last night.
Well, not so much "rain" as "gushing waterfall" inside the window right next to my computer desk. Yet another reason I'm glad to be moving this weekend.
For those of you not in Atlanta, we've overcome our 5+ year drought in a matter of weeks. We got about 10" of rain last month, breaking an 80-year old record. We've had countless floods, especially south of town (downstream on the Chattahoochee), and flooded roads. Yesterday, in about a ten minute span, downtown got what must have been 2" of rain.
Now I've been telling my landlord since the day I moved in that that window leaks; nothing has been done. They re-did the floor directly above the window, but that only lessened the problem without actually solving it.
And so in a torrential downpour, torrents of rain came bursting through behind the window. Think of looking out a window as rain overflows a gutter just above it. Sheets of rain, right? Now imagine that rain on the inside of the window rather than outside. On top of your computer desk.
I tried everything to stop it, all to no avail. Grabbed a jacket and went outside and after a few minutes of struggle managed to finally (after a year-and-a-half) close the upper half of the window. Hulk mad! Adrenaline flow! But the rain wasn't coming in from there. No, no. It was coming in from under the upstairs back door, between it and the deck, and falling inside the window. Ran inside, soaked through, grabbed a giant cardboard box, ran back outside, up the stairs to the deck where the gutter is overflowing directly onto the back door and down into my place, and shoved the flattened box between the deck and door. Run back down. No good. Repeat with two more boxes. No good.
By then, the rain had slackened to a mere downpour and there was nothing more I could do. I was soaked. The desk was soaked. The computer was wet.
Unplugged everything (try doing that dripping wet) and stripped off my clothes and grabbed a towel for the computer. By then the rain had nearly stopped (in just 15 minutes), and the waterfall had been reduced to a dripping faucet.
In the end, there was an inch of water inside and on the desk. The computer was saved, the reams of various paper on the shelves under the window were salvaged, and the software boxes aren't in too bad a shape. I spent the next half hour mopping up the floor with most of my towels plus a set of sheets.
Un-fucking-believable.
Did I mention I’m moving this weekend? Later last night, I stopped by the new place to drop off a few things. Bone dry.
Taking tomorrow off of work to accomplish many last-minute packing things and errands, laundry at the top of the list. Picking up the truck at 1pm Saturday (the U-Haul place on Moreland, next to Psycho Sisters, runs in shifts so I can't even have the truck until 1); hope to be done by 5 or 6. NikkiandPaulandJonah will help (though I think Jonah won't help so much), along with JimandJennifer (all the way from Woodstock, which I always say as WOODSTOCK!! WOOO!! WOODSTOCK '94!!!) and Amy, who lives in the same building I'm moving into and so I don't end a sentence with a preposition, I'll add this ugly thing so it's a run-on sentence instead and even more grammatically ugly. bleah
Anybody know where I can get a couch, cheap? Preferably one that hasn't been peed on or smoked on, ever. Damn prepositions.
Well, not so much "rain" as "gushing waterfall" inside the window right next to my computer desk. Yet another reason I'm glad to be moving this weekend.
For those of you not in Atlanta, we've overcome our 5+ year drought in a matter of weeks. We got about 10" of rain last month, breaking an 80-year old record. We've had countless floods, especially south of town (downstream on the Chattahoochee), and flooded roads. Yesterday, in about a ten minute span, downtown got what must have been 2" of rain.
Now I've been telling my landlord since the day I moved in that that window leaks; nothing has been done. They re-did the floor directly above the window, but that only lessened the problem without actually solving it.
And so in a torrential downpour, torrents of rain came bursting through behind the window. Think of looking out a window as rain overflows a gutter just above it. Sheets of rain, right? Now imagine that rain on the inside of the window rather than outside. On top of your computer desk.
I tried everything to stop it, all to no avail. Grabbed a jacket and went outside and after a few minutes of struggle managed to finally (after a year-and-a-half) close the upper half of the window. Hulk mad! Adrenaline flow! But the rain wasn't coming in from there. No, no. It was coming in from under the upstairs back door, between it and the deck, and falling inside the window. Ran inside, soaked through, grabbed a giant cardboard box, ran back outside, up the stairs to the deck where the gutter is overflowing directly onto the back door and down into my place, and shoved the flattened box between the deck and door. Run back down. No good. Repeat with two more boxes. No good.
By then, the rain had slackened to a mere downpour and there was nothing more I could do. I was soaked. The desk was soaked. The computer was wet.
Unplugged everything (try doing that dripping wet) and stripped off my clothes and grabbed a towel for the computer. By then the rain had nearly stopped (in just 15 minutes), and the waterfall had been reduced to a dripping faucet.
In the end, there was an inch of water inside and on the desk. The computer was saved, the reams of various paper on the shelves under the window were salvaged, and the software boxes aren't in too bad a shape. I spent the next half hour mopping up the floor with most of my towels plus a set of sheets.
Un-fucking-believable.
Did I mention I’m moving this weekend? Later last night, I stopped by the new place to drop off a few things. Bone dry.
Taking tomorrow off of work to accomplish many last-minute packing things and errands, laundry at the top of the list. Picking up the truck at 1pm Saturday (the U-Haul place on Moreland, next to Psycho Sisters, runs in shifts so I can't even have the truck until 1); hope to be done by 5 or 6. NikkiandPaulandJonah will help (though I think Jonah won't help so much), along with JimandJennifer (all the way from Woodstock, which I always say as WOODSTOCK!! WOOO!! WOODSTOCK '94!!!) and Amy, who lives in the same building I'm moving into and so I don't end a sentence with a preposition, I'll add this ugly thing so it's a run-on sentence instead and even more grammatically ugly. bleah
Anybody know where I can get a couch, cheap? Preferably one that hasn't been peed on or smoked on, ever. Damn prepositions.