I read an article a couple of weeks ago that said there are only two states in the US that are not under some level of drought conditions. Alaska, and my lovely home, Ohio. I have just two words to say. No shit.
It rains here. And rains and rains and rains. A couple of years ago when WE were in a drought and everyone was acting like the world was coming to an end and we were all gonna starve to death because of the little dried up plants, I remember saying in my oh so knowing way, and I quote, “Don’t worry about it. We’ll have a couple of dry years and then nature will make up for it. If we’d just stop monkeying around with everything and let nature take its course, we’d see that the system has balance. We’re short now, but over time, it will be made up.” Let me go on record right here, that I am officially, mostly right. We are getting back in buckets the rain we missed out on a few years ago. We don’t get nice, steady English countryside rain around here anymore. We get American style flash flood, Noah’s Ark downpours on at LEAST a weekly basis.
I like cloudy, cool, misty weather. I even like rain and thunderstorms. Makes me feel like I’m in a wonderfully creepy horror story somewhere and that at any moment, something exciting, like a cape wearing vampire or a mysterious old witch woman will show up at my door and spice things up a bit. Turns out I’m kinda wrong about that. No body cool or mysterious or exciting ever shows up at my door. Unless you think the Duke Energy guys who are tearing up everyone’s yards right now are exciting. No, the only excitement all this creepy weather gets me is a flooded basement.
Our house was built in the 1970’s. The people who lived here before us apparently really LIKED 70’s decor and did NOTHING to this house. We stripped wallpaper and ripped up dirty shag carpet and threw away deteriorating pleated drapery with abandon when we moved in. They also apparently didn’t mind the crappy little slider windows in the basement. They lock nicely etc, but when it gully washes, they can’t stand up to the pressure. Last Tuesday night we had three storms in a row. Bad ones. It thundered, the lightening was bright and frequent and it rained. It rained so hard in fact that the drains in my window wells, especially the one in back, could not keep up with the water. So the window well filled up to within two inches of the top of the window, then just as you thought it was going to overflow into the yard, the crappy old slider window blew out. Or in, however you want to look at it. It popped out of the frame and Niagara Falls entered my basement. Then it stopped raining, we got the water swept into the drain, it started to dry out a little and about an hour later it did it again. Then in the middle of the night, it did it again.
It’s not as much of a tragedy as it could have been. The previous lackadaisical owners obviously didn’t finish the basement, and we put most everything in plastic tubs, so that’s cool. But there is something about seeing water flowing into your house that makes you want to catch it in buckets and empty said buckets down the utility sink. I don’t know WHY you want to do this fruitless thing, but you do. So, we caught a lot of it in buckets the second time it stormed, and it didn’t get as deep as the first time. I thought the strenuous nature of the activity was going to give me a heart attack, but alas it did not. My young son has since been praying for more rain, because he likes to “work.” That’ll wear off pretty soon I’m thinking. Personally? I do NOT like to “work” so when it dries out, I’m calling the glass block window guys. I want those suckers cemented into the walls of my basement toute de suite. Let no one say that my husband and I will live here for thirty years and do nothing to this house. Just because it’s taken us ten years to put the stupid things in means nothing…
Have a great day and be kind 🙂