My lovely rear basement wall, with sandbags stacked against it. Alas, they only delayed the rivulets of water that poured in through the morning with today’s downpour, and down that lovely linoleum. Annoying.The floor pattern, but also the water leaking into the basement.
Stayed home from work, running a pump off and on, and mopping it up with towels. And running towels through the dryer.
This happens about once a year, and, yeah, we do need some kind of work around our foundation. When we win the lottery?
How about you? Are you or your property staying dry?
Then the thunder and lightning hit, and more downpour, just as I was turning into my office parking lot. My son, at home with my mother, called, worried, saying “the whole house shook, like an earthquake.”
I came home, and on the drive there, saw this poor recycling can under attack by water cascading down the gutter. And, they say that we have bigger and badder storms to come? I’m grateful for the rain, but not for the mess in my stupid basement.