For the past umptiumth events and trips, we’ve been taking our swim suits and the joke has been that we always pack the suits, but we never end up getting to swim.
Be careful what you wish for or joke about… because Mother Nature, being the sadist she is… is always watching…
Last night, the Chicagoland area had crazy storms and in some places (according to the Chicago Weather Center), they received 76% of what they normally get in rain for May. In 4 hours.
So about 9pm, I start smelling this strange smell and go downstairs and the basement is filling up rapidly. By about midnight, we knew we had lost the basement in terms of trying to keep the water down. Master Peter and slave evangeline loaned us a pump and by 1am, we had 3 pumps going and that was enough to keep the water at about 6 inches.
Slave angie and I pulled together, got things rolling and as of right now, only 1 pump is needed to keep the water at bay.
Slave angie knows how to handle a Master who is coffee-fueled, Dr. Pepper-fueled, sleep deprived for 36 hours… I quote: “Very, very, very, very carefully… ”
In all seriousness, we are doing OK, but these are the times we just pull ourselves up by the bootstraps, stick the basic protocols and get shit done.
And Mother Nature… that is NOT the pool we were looking to swim in, next time, let’s just skip that option, OK?