MouseWedger
Gold Member
Its been raining for four days here, my husband and I moved all of our belongings into his parents when the rain started on Sunday. Last night water started to come into the basement. Just a trickle, nothing big. No worries. It comes in harder, my inlaws and I realize its coming up from the drainpipe in the floor and in through the emergency storm hatch. We try to plug it, start shopvac-ing the water. The basement is covered in two inches of rain and muck now. I say we should let the fire department know, my mother in law says they wont care- not enough water. We take the more valued belongings upstairs. Keep bailing water, we've found buckets now. It keeps coming, faster now. Husband comes back early from work, three inches of water now. Two subpumps car running but they do no good, the buckets too do nothing. Let's call the fire department, nope. No bother to keep bailing with no success. The couch is soaked, so is a trunk with thousands of dollars of antique books. I make dinner, sit and eat. Who cares my couch is destroyed? Who cares about a set of books dating to Hitler? Who cares? Not me. This is not me, I think, I should be panicking.bailing water like a nutcase. But im not. Im eating peanut m & m's now. Who cares? I go to bed, wake up at four to use the bathroom. My inlaws are awake, no water they say. I laugh at the irony. Husband wakes me up at seven to keep an eye out for the fire department that someone called. I look downstairs. Water past my husbands knees. Im angry my things are destroyed. So much will have to be thrown away. But, who cares? My coffee is cold, had to turn off the electric. Can't have cold coffee. Who cares that all my wedding things, dining room things, kitchen and living room things are destroyed when my coffee is cold?
