Water in bad places. *woe*
I'd like to thank everyone who has posted fic and pretties today, and especially sheafrotherdon for starting the Festival of Bellies where so many talented people are participating. At this point, taking short fic-reading breaks is pretty much the only thing keeping me sane. *sigh* My husband woke me at six thirty this morning to share the news that our basement had flooded.
I went to bed around three last night - this morning...whatever. The basement was dry and the sump pump was working. He got up at five and the basement was dry and the sump pump was working. He watched the news and had a cup of coffee in our family room - yes, in the basement. His son stopped by around five thirty on his way to work so they went out to the garage to have a cup of coffee. By six, my husband came back in, our sump pump had failed and he stepped into ankle deep water. Grrrr Arghhhh! He put our back-up pump in as fast as he could, but, you know...water!!!
Now, I know that many, many people are having much more terrible problems - even worse flooding and other things, too...but...this is my LJ and my personal disaster and it really, really sucks. My basement isn't just a basement...it's a completely finished, drywalled, carpeted with padding (can we say sponge?!) and complete with good furniture living space. When we bought this house it wasn't big enough for us, so we had the basement done. I wanted it to feel like part of the house, and I wanted it to be nice. We put a ton of money into that hole in the ground, damn it, and it's beautiful. So...water. *wilts*
We have spent the whole day taking turns sucking water out of the carpet with our humongous shop vac (and I'm really glad that A.J.'s obssessive about wanting bigger and better, about now), and we won't be stopping anytime soon. *sigh* There would be many more expletives, but I'm just too tired. Consider them included.
One humorous note...when A.J. went downstairs after the flooding to switch out sump pumps, our kitty, Garnet, was in the laundry room (where her food and litter are), in standing water, finishing the food he'd given her before he went out to the garage. I think she was afraid it was her last meal. *pets the poor, starving kitty*
I went to bed around three last night - this morning...whatever. The basement was dry and the sump pump was working. He got up at five and the basement was dry and the sump pump was working. He watched the news and had a cup of coffee in our family room - yes, in the basement. His son stopped by around five thirty on his way to work so they went out to the garage to have a cup of coffee. By six, my husband came back in, our sump pump had failed and he stepped into ankle deep water. Grrrr Arghhhh! He put our back-up pump in as fast as he could, but, you know...water!!!
Now, I know that many, many people are having much more terrible problems - even worse flooding and other things, too...but...this is my LJ and my personal disaster and it really, really sucks. My basement isn't just a basement...it's a completely finished, drywalled, carpeted with padding (can we say sponge?!) and complete with good furniture living space. When we bought this house it wasn't big enough for us, so we had the basement done. I wanted it to feel like part of the house, and I wanted it to be nice. We put a ton of money into that hole in the ground, damn it, and it's beautiful. So...water. *wilts*
We have spent the whole day taking turns sucking water out of the carpet with our humongous shop vac (and I'm really glad that A.J.'s obssessive about wanting bigger and better, about now), and we won't be stopping anytime soon. *sigh* There would be many more expletives, but I'm just too tired. Consider them included.
One humorous note...when A.J. went downstairs after the flooding to switch out sump pumps, our kitty, Garnet, was in the laundry room (where her food and litter are), in standing water, finishing the food he'd given her before he went out to the garage. I think she was afraid it was her last meal. *pets the poor, starving kitty*