It rained like hell last night and the water ran in. Damn it. Water pouring in from that innocuous crack in the foundation on the picnic-table side of the house.
We picked up all the extension cords (actually, I used a few twisty-ties to hold various power cords to nails and hooks on walls and ceilings), rolled up a few rugs, and let it flow.
Now it’s all damp, muddy, and dirty. We’ve got fans running to help it dry up faster and it’s at least half gone now, but there were a couple inches of standing water when I got home from bowling last night.
It rather bugs me when there’s standing water in my fucking living room. Is that shallow of me? (Snort!)
I bowled well last night; all games were at or over my average. It felt awkward, though – I think my approach is morphing into a new reality – and I was almost too tired to keep my eyes open. We finished early and I skipped the Backroads and just went straight home.
This morning, I called Barb for a raincheck on our Iowa City lunch date and spent a few hours in the laundromat instead. Tomorrow I might go back with all the wet towels and throw rugs.
Dinner’s ready, so I’m off to munch.