Now is the Victor’s triumph won;
Now be the Song of Praise begun.
Neat hoarding is still hoarding.....
As the date of the garage sale drew near Ben announced he wanted to sell refreshments. Great! An opportunity to learn some business principles. He figured the cost versus the profits and in the end, he concluded it would be fun to do a refreshment stand anyway. So Friday afternoon Ben made brownies, cookies and rice crispy treats.
Greg and I put the finishing touches on the garage sale (i.e. we made sure everything had a place and a price-tag). We are neat garage sellers, too:
See anything you want?
As we left our beautifully arranged stuff tucked neatly in our dry garage, we went to bed while visions of money (to buy more STUFF, no doubt) danced in our heads.
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Thunderstorms rattled the house through the night and I woke up around 5:00 a.m. and groaned to see that the street in front of the house was flooded. I think I grumbled to Greg, "No one is even going to be able to make it across the moat in front of our house and into our driveway!" Keep in mind, we've had the street "flood" during heavy rains before, and since Greg wasn't worried, I decided to crawl back into bed and get some more shut-eye.
About 7:00 a.m. I got up for real and plodded down to the kitchen. "WOW! Look at all that water in the back yard!" But again...we've had a lot of rain before, so I didn't get too excited - yet, but I was beginning to think the garage sale might not happen.
I decided to check our downstairs. We have a half-basement family room with french doors that open out onto a cement patio area. This area sometimes accumulates a bit of standing water in a heavy rain, and remembering once before it had gotten dangerously close to the doors I called out for Greg to come take a look.
By the time he got down there, I noticed that the carpet was a slightly darker shade of gray along the doorway. "It's coming in!" I yelled. Then I noticed that the carpet was wet all along that wall. It was wicking in fast. We called the boys to get up and help us move bookshelves and desks from that side of the room. We pulled everything away from that outside wall and then we sat down to take a deep breath thinking of the disaster our precious bookshelves had escaped.
Then we noticed that what was previously just wet-looking had turned into a puddle. "Quick! Get these bookshelves unloaded and carry everything upstairs!" We spent a frantic half hour (at least) doing just that. And since Joel had boots on, he was enlisted to go outside and place bags of water softener salt along the outside of the door. What a sport.
Then we sat down to catch our breath again (and to apologize for all the yelling that had just gone on - yes, ours....not the boys'). Beginning to see the humor in it all, the guys started to laugh and made a list of all the videos we could watch while we waited this baby out. They came up with:
The Longest Day (June 6th)
The Poseidon Adventure
A River Runs Through It.
The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything
The Sea Hawks
Run Silent, Run Deep
The Hunt for Red October
And anything with Claude Rains.....
I decided to check out the downstairs room again. "Get down here, everybody! The water is making it's way to the other end of the room!" The salt bags weren't helping much at all. So once again, we worked frantically to carry the remaining books, and bookshelves, upstairs to higher ground. The only things we couldn't manage to get up the stairs were a large computer table, a sleeper sofa (that has seen many, many better days) and a recliner.
At this point, we crashed and decided there wasn't much else that could be done but to wait it out. I mean, it had to stop raining sometime, right? I decided to humor myself and take some pictures.
It wasn't very funny:
Up until last weekend, we had thought this floor outlet was pretty clever. After it bubbled and sizzled, we began to wonder just why we thought it was a good idea. (BTW, the electricity was turned off at this point.)
The rain did finally begin to subside and we ventured outside to take a peek.
Yes, that is blue sky you see reflected in the pool of mud on our back patio.
The lowest corner of our back yard. By late afternoon it was already starting to recede.
Our shed remained flooded for the better part of Sunday.
And believe it or not....about mid afternoon on Saturday we decided to open up the garage door and have at it. We made a whopping $7.50 -- with Ben making the majority of that selling brownies (and that $7.50 included a 2-dollar tip!) We've got some pretty nice neighbors, don't you think?
Sunday afternoon, our good friends, Mark and his son, Danny came by to help in whatever way they could. The guys pulled out the larger pieces of furniture we hadn't been able to remove the day before and then ripped up the saturated carpet and pad:
Dan and Joel also worked hard pulling out the wooden carpet strips and baseboards. I can't believe I didn't get a picture of Dan working up a sweat! What great workers they all were.
After a second trip to Walmart for me (to buy a couple mop heads this time) the floor got a good mopping and while we waited for the floor to dry, we enjoyed some well-earned sub sandwiches. Finally, the guys carried back downstairs (onto a dry floor) the bookshelves and many boxes of books we had lugged upstairs the day before -- so we wouldn't be tripping over them in the coming weeks while we figure out what we're going to do to give this room a face lift.
A contractor (and friend) came by today to give us an estimate and a time frame for getting this room into shape. It will be at least three weeks before we can get squeezed into their schedule.
The silver lining is that we have time to contemplate what we want to do with this room.
And to contemplate that we were among the luckier ones. Many suffered much worse damage than we did -- just blocks from our home. Some lost homes and automobiles and at least two persons are missing as a result of the flood waters in this sleepy little town last weekend.
We're also contemplating how much larger our garage sale is going to be once we're done clearing through everything that we're realizing hasn't really been all that worth saving for the past 10 years. (That's how long we've lived in this house).
It's interesting how something like this changes one's perspective about material things.
This change of perspective is a good thing.