The terrace as wetland this morning. Beauty in unwanted places? Poor drainage happens.
Weather consequences were so bad yesterday that Tuck requested we not blog about it for awhile. He spent hours vacuuming out inches of water from the basement with the shop vac, not knowing the source. At one point the Chelsea Fire Department came in at Tuck's request and determined it had nothing to do with the sewage system and must be leakage from the saturated soil surrounding the foundation.
Water patterns on the terrace this morning, where the drainage is non existent after these 40 days and 40 nights of rain.
The weather picture here of late has been of biblical proportions.
The basement floor, dry at 5 a.m. was in full flood mode by 7 a.m.
When Tuck arose this morning, ready to head out to Home Depot for sump-pump relief, we told him the basement had been dry a couple of hours earlier when we arose to feed the puddies. 'Wish we had taken a photo, as now, when we went down, the flood had moved back in. Who will ever believe us? At any rate, as he heads out, we head for the kitchen to prepare a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs. The cats are antsy with cabin fever.
We must admit we awoke this morning with a primal fear. You always think it's going to be a terrorist attack or a hurricane or a tsunami or a tornado. What if it snuck in the back door? Lots of perennial worries when it comes to torrential rain, including the undermining of the root system of our grand old Silver Maple, which could fall with full force onto the house, not to mention the ever looming possible breach of the awesome retaining wall behind the house.
Update: Tuck's home with no sump pump in hand. About a zillion fellow citizens ahead of him in line at the Home Depot.