It was a miraculous occurence to wake to subdued seas in the basement this morning. I felt frustrated that I had no strong photographic evidence of the struggles, so I paid a professional graphic artist to simulate the ordeal.
Here we see the grim, taxing effort of endless water-sweeping yesterday:
And here we see today’s more joyous celebration of a mostly-dry floor:
Carpets and rug pads alike shamelessly sunbathe in my backyard, exposed for all to see…
There you’ll also note my snazzy new galoshes (or, at least, a singular galosh). Why haven’t I had these in years? How useful they are! (Although I’d really need to tighten them to make them useful mid-storm, I suppose. Otherwise I’d just be walking in buckets of water–less useful.)
And finally, a shot to echo yesterday’s and to show the exciting overnight progress (as well as my exciting new wet/dry-vac!). This thing was clearly not intended for multi-inch water (as Jamesie and I rapidly learned in our fire-brigade style water-disposal routine (one severely hindered by the vac’s ability to run but 20 seconds before reaching capacity)). However, it held its own with today’s leftover puddles, and I’ve already seen my car interior eyeing it with a twinkle in its eye…
Practice tomorrow is still on hold as we solemnly raise a glass (or two) for the Irish, but hope holds firm that Sunday could be a day for a glorious rock return. (As long as all the equipment works…fingers crossed on that!)
What sup?