The Universe Never Gives Me a Break

My home was flooded recently.

Last night in fact. Water seeped in through the floor, through my concrete, and flooded the basement. Lovely. I’m glad I stay up late, otherwise I wouldn’t have caught it in time, and the whole basement probably would have been flooded before we could clean it up. About 12.30 in the morning I came across a puddle, and I recognized the signs that have been presented in the past. My family and I then spent the better part of four hours trying to contain the damage so we would not have as extensive of damage as last time.

At least it wasn’t as bad as the first time it flooded. That time it destroyed my carpet, and ruined many mementoes of my grandparents. This time I caught it in time, but it still flooded the basement in places. 3-4 inches of standing water throughout the basement is never a good thing. But, with a combination of the wet vac, and the extractor (not to mention towels) we managed to get most of the water up. Currently, I can hear the soft hum of the dehumidifier slowly extracting water from the air in the basement, and drying off the rest of the floor. Hopefully that takes care of the carpeting too, because I really don’t care for a repeat of last time, where we had to move everything out the room and tear up and replace the carpeting in the main bedroom and the closet.

I’m currently switching all the cardboard boxes out for plastic containers so I don’t have to repeat what I was forced to do last night. I spent the better part of two hours running up and down the stairs trying to get the damageable goods out of the path of the water. Now, a day later, I’m stiff as a board, and attempting to carry everything around again is not pleasant. I believe my parents feel about the same, as they spent most of last night doing the same thing I was, vacuuming up water and moving shit out of the way of the flooding.

I’m sleeping in the spare room that my sister used to live in (sorry Emily) and trying to dodge the piles of crap I carried up from my closet. Fun times when suddenly you can’t see the floor for all the boxes and papers in the way. I suppose that in the meantime I will continue to try and deal with a sopping wet house.

Frakken Rain.