Dear Mother Nature:
I am sorry. For what, I don’t know. But obviously someone did something to really piss you off. That or your kitchen sink is leaking. Big time. Could you please call a plumber to look at it? Thanks!
This is the third big rainstorm in a month, the month which all started with your windstorm that make the surrounding area look like the scene from Harry Potter where the troll is smashing bathroom stalls and sinks with his club. Trees splintered in half, trees in houses, bikes in trees – yes, bikes in trees. Not to mention anything else that went airborne that night.
And yet the forecast for the weekend is… sunny and a chance of 70s. 70s?!?! Really?!? It was only in the 30s on freakin’ SATURDAY!!!! But even if it's sunny, everything will still be squishy and soggy and muddy. Ugh.
I’ve become an expert in water diversion. Every downspout on my house has an extension on it, set in a direction to send the water flowing away from my foundation. Even the sump pump discharge hose has been elongated… because it actually created a ditch in the lawn where it was pumping out! And two pumps are on now, and are just keeping up with the flow. The water table is once again so high (just like 10 days ago) that it’s seeping up through every crack in the cellar floor. This is when I am thankful we don’t have a finished basement. And that everything down there is off the floor, sitting mostly in Rubbermaid containers on top of those great milk crates from college.
What is it they say in New England? “If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute and it will change.”