Tales from the Crypt: Flooding Adventure

“The sky opened and rain come pouring down on the earth, and the basement of our house flooded.” -Genesis 7:11-12 (Modified)

It’s happened before, but that hardly lessens the impact. First a little rain, then more. Then a torrential downpour assaults the saturated earth with rivers it cannot contain. At first, we receive the rain joyfully. At Meredith’s beckoning (I’ve raised her right), Emily, Alex, and I cast off what we are doing and join her for an evening frolic. We splash in the gutters. We dance in the street. We return- soaked, shivering, and happy.

Then, the inevitable. Meredith ventures downstairs to discover that the cracked foundation has yet again failed to hold back the waters. Streams have washed across the concrete of the “creepy basement,” soaked under the wall, and saturated Meredith’s carpet. We remove all the valuables to the other side of the room and call Shelley, not expecting much. In our two years here, landlords have not exactly jumped at our complaints.

This time is different. Shelley has a friend visiting from Oklahoma- his name might be Frank. I’ll call him Frank. Frank from Oklahoma is a godsend. He comes with a truck, a shop vac, an industrial broom, and a willingness to work. He is more eager to fix the problem than any maintenance man we’ve ever come across, and he isn’t a maintenance man. Frank vacuums, sweeps, pulls the carpet back, attempts to caulk the leaky window.

This shot doesn't really show the incredible amount of water

This shot doesn't really show the incredible amount of water all over the floor.

Then he goes out and cleans our gutters- no joke. In the middle of a storm in the middle of the night in the middle of the ghetto. He discovers that our gutters are not only clogged, but split open- releasing a waterfall directly over the ground-level window where the foundation is hopelessly cracked. I help him rig a tarp to the outside of the house, funneling the waterfall off the gutter out towards the gravel drive instead of straight into the basement. It actually seems to help. Frank is amazing. He shows up around 11 p.m. and doesn’t leave until after 1 a.m. When he leaves, he still isn’t satisfied, but he is full of ideas to tell Shelley to solve our dilemma.

I offer Frank coffee cake, but he says he’s trying to drop a few pounds. If I had a beer, I’d give it to him. I don’t know how long Frank is in town, but I’d like to send him some sort of thank-you gift through Shelley. Talk about above and beyond the call of duty- it isn’t even his duty!

Of course, the basement is still soaking wet. I spent over an hour sweeping water away from Meredith’s room and towards a poorly placed drain. The pads of my hands are developing calluses. Now our rabbit Bianca is displaced to my room, and Meredith will be sleeping on the futon in the living room. Hopefully this time our landlord will find a viable solution.

The rain still pours.

It’s been quite a night.

Woman v. The Elements: An epic showdown

Woman v. The Elements: An epic showdown

Advertisements

About Nicole

Daughter of God, wife, mother, volunteer youth leader, substitute teacher, aspiring writer, rabbit owner, nature lover. These are some of my titles.
This entry was posted in Creative Nonfiction, Nature and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Tales from the Crypt: Flooding Adventure

  1. Jon says:

    Haha! That is a marvelously stern look on your face in the second picture. If you glare at the water like that long enough, it might just recede on its own out of pure intimidation.

  2. Dave says:

    Which version of the Bible did that verse come from? The NIV (Nicole’s Interpolated Version)? I’m pretty sure that’s blasphemy….

  3. Nicole says:

    I figured intimidation would probably do the trick.

    Is it blasphemy? It’s not the first time I’ve made up scripture. We used to have some Proverbs of Nikki taped to our doors, informing my roommates of the wisdom of locking them. It all started in sixth grade when I studied the wrong verse for memory work, so I just made one up when we had to write it. It was the best fake verse ever, and went on for about half a page. I don’t think I got a very good grade.

  4. Mere says:

    Who has the best roommate in the world who will drop everything to frolic in the rain and gutter rivers AND help clean the water out when her room leaks? That would be me 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s