So Buffalo was somehow miraculously saved from that bad Nor'easter that put New Jersey and West Virginia into states of emergency. We got a little bit of freezing rain, and lots of complaints from people who thought spring had sprung and packed away their winter clothes accordingly (this includes me).
Around 8:00 last night, I picked up a voicemail message from our tenant informing us that the basement in her house was flooded. Given that I was at a meeting, I let Steve handled the first shock of going over there and hurried home.
About two inches of water covered the basement floor, which wasn't so bad considering other times when apparently four feet of water was hanging out, sometimes with sewage (Oh seller's real estate agent, why did you not tell us?). When I got there, Steve was already at the store getting whatever we needed to fix the problem--he came back with a sump pump.
In a painless 10 minutes or less, the sump pump was set up and pumping and we were back home chugging wine* and eating two boxes of macaroni and cheese. And I did my taxes.
I think some part of the flood seemed novel, one of our first potential disasters. Like: Yay! Let's sump pump this mother! Yay, we did it! Yay! Wine!
Questions is though, when does the novelty wear off?
*"chugging" is the appropriate term
4 comments:
I want to chug wine with you. but then I would get tipsy and confess my hidden love and you would be skeeved out. true.
You're a LANDLORD!!!
This is totally a notch in your homeowner's belt!
It actually flooded AGAIN so two notches. They should really be Steve's notches though, he handled most of it. I just mopped with bleach and told him multiple times, "Don't get electrocuted!"
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