At 9 this morning, I was sitting at a desk in the basement room where I've been staying and killing an hour on the interwebs. At 10, I was going to watch a couple hours of the new National Geographic Wild station--a couple hours based in Yellowstone, one on bison, one on grizzlies. I was idly tapping my feet when I realized they were splashing.
Thus began 12 hours of mopping, water vacuuming, towel sopping and wringing, bucket filling, hauling, and dumping, and moving my boxes of books first to a different spot on the floor and then to piles on the bed and anywhere else I could find room.
This is our second once in a lifetime rainstorm this month sandwiching another pretty good one in between. By several inches, this is the wettest March Boston has ever had, and the second wettest month ever (apparently, the wettest month, an August 55 years ago, had some typhoons or hurricanes or something).
From the first splash, knowing the weather forecast, I knew it was a lost cause but what can you do but hold it off as long as you can. And for a while, we did. It was about 1:00 before it really started to take steady work to hold the water away from the rug in the center of the room. At 2:30 one of the water vacuum motors died in a puff of smoke and the game was over. Even with it, it would only have been a matter of time as more and more water started coming from more and more places. So we kept on for as long as we could, long after the heaviest of the rain had stopped falling from the sky and started moving through the ground. I don't know how many hundreds of gallons of water we dumped down the toilet today, but it seemed like it could have ended a drought somewhere. For most of the day, the water on the floor was less than an inch deep but we eventually gave up the losing battle and I just waded through a couple cold inches after taking a shower. I've moved up a floor for the night and tomorrow professional machinery comes to suck up whatever's there by then.
Oh, my aching back. I hope those Yellowstone shows get repeated again. I had a ride tomorrow to retreat to the monastery for a few hours to take some photos but it seems unlikely I'll be able to take advantage of that now. Too bad, I'm sure there will be some more interesting water flowing there.
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