3" water* in the basement, probably higher in some areas. Andee told me not to look. I sat frozen in Uncle Phil's recliner. Managed to avoid hysterics - why give Andee PTSD.
Ultimately, we needed a plumber to help install the new sump pump. Once I reached him, he was here in half an hour. Worked out a reasonable price with Andee.
So, as of last night: I still haven't looked, but I'll have to go downstairs later to do laundry; Andee was soaked through. Twice.
Andee said the water's draining. I don't know the extent of the damage, but it doesn't appear that the laptop I keep downstairs got wet.
IÂ’m sitting here in my listening, listening to the sum p pump gurgle below.
The box holding my mom's Lenox collapsed. Thank goodness, the China appears fine. (It wouldn't have been in the basement if IÂ’d reali zed we had it. I'll have to find a home for it upstairs, even if it means buying a new hutch.)
The records, in their own little home, are safe this time.
Some stuff in the house was probably destroyed.
Then again, we survived when a whole damned house got wrecked on us in 2012. IÂ’ll cry when I go down to see the damage.
This time, we have our cars so Andee can get to work. The furbabies are safe. Luna even sat with me when I was shaking in my recliner like an old lady.
... but, we're safe and dry and warm. IÂ’ll move on.
About an hour after the plumber left, we heard that one of my relatives is without power until Thursday at the soonest. Andee, finally dried off, wanted to know how he could help. He was ready to pull on his wet shoes and drive three hours to help even if he didn't know what needed doing. (They're safe and they're all set.)I've done some good things in my life, but I have no idea what I did to deserve my husband.
* Maybe 3" of water doesn't sound like a lot... but after
- Hurricane Irene, when my mom and I lost everything we had stored down there (like my whole record collection, my Mac, old hard drives I hadn't yet brought over to a Passport, art I'd had up in my old apartment, mom's college books, my first editions, photographs, washing machine+dryer+clothes - I was laundering ALL of my office clothes in preparation of a new job) ...
and
- Hurricane Sandy, in which we lost everything Andee owned except one dresser and the clothes on his back (like HIS whole record collection spanning a 20' wall, family photographs, his kid's baby box, his late aunt's furniture - and do you remember how my mom and I rescued that for him?) and which led to our home being razed by the USDA...
a single drop of water on the basement floor freaks me out.
3" is just too much. Not again.
