Wednesday, June 27, 2007
The Great Flood
Yesterday, after I picked Adam up from the baseball camp he's been attending this week, I noticed that the sky to the east was getting dark. He and I had lunch, and I dropped him off at my ex's house. By the time I got home, it was raining buckets.
I had a bad feeling about it-- the last time it had rained like this, 5 or 6 years ago, the basement had flooded. Over time, I'd taken precautions against it, and my landlord had had the drainage replaced, at great cost. But when I looked down in the basement, there was over a foot of water in it-- I think it was a foot and a half at its height.
I put on a pair of the boots that my landlord keeps in the landing for such an event, and waded in, clearing the floating stuff that might block the drain. I called my landlord up, letting him know I'd taken care of it; he was stuck on the Edens Expressway, and it took him nearly two hours to get home.
The upgraded drain worked well once the rain stopped. The basement drained out in about an hour.
The losses were a lot less bad than I thought. I've been dragging waterlogged stuff out and cleaning on and off since yesterday, and thinking about my connection to my "stuff." More to follow.