It seems that my earlier report of three inches of water in our basement was premature. I took a “last look” and the water had risen about a foot. Fifteen inches of water with an untold amount of pieces of our past drowned. Luckily, we’re all okay and there are plenty more opportunities for us to make more pieces of our past. For that, I’m grateful and humble.
Here are some pics of our particular slice of the flood:
General shot of the basement corner.
Stairs leading down. The stuff on the stairs are some of the things to dry out. That’s a box of books at the bottom. Art, old love letters, and xmas decorations make up the rest.
Wet books and old toys of Gabe’s in the kitchen. They’re still draining onto the linoleum.
Our entrance room is filled with wet boxes. This is a closeup of one of the ones that was underwater: a box of memoirs from our first years of marriage and Gabe’s first year of life.
We are relatively lucky, as we’re all okay and we didn’t lose all that many things. It could’ve been worse. And heck, we’ve got another three days of rain on the way, so who knows?