I bet Martha has never made her own sandbags!
This is what the dooryard looked like on Monday, before it got bad:
And this has been my part-time workspace for the past two days:
That's my truly-cool and very huge utility sink next to the washer and dryer; the sump hose is run out through the cat door (poor Iki has has a rough couple of days too). I am cautiously optimistic that the worst is over and so very thankful for many things, including the following:
- We maxed out at about two inches of water in the front part of the basement; the back had even less.
- My husband, whose scavenging makes me crazy except when it comes in handy, actually had a bilge pump in his workshop which we were able to rig to act as a low-volume sump pump.
- When this proved to be too low-volume for the task at hand our dentist came through with a surface sump pump for us to borrow; every hardware store in a 50-mile radius was sold out. (I know this: I called every one and politely endured their laughter at my requests.)
- We learned something new about the construction of the house.
- Sally's House Rule #347: If you're going to build walls to make separate "rooms" in the basement, put the framing atop the concrete; don't pour afterwards or the wood will get saturated in a major storm and introduce water into the home.
- My kids were both willing and able to help with using the wet vac and were cheerful about our absence, hastily-cobbled-together suppers and chronically wet shoes.
- I had several yards of what-the-heck-is-THAT-and-why-did-I-buy-it?!? fabric lying around, and a hefty new needle for the sewing machine. And I had several buckets of just-collected road-sand with which to fill the bags (I recycle it for use under the inflatable pool every summer).
- And finally - you know how folks are always talking about how they really should clean up the basement? Well, since we have to water-seal all those funky spots, we'll have to go through all that "stuff" as a matter of course! And the floor is really clean.