Wednesday musings and more flood updates

17 09 2008

weather: Sunny, thank the gods. High: 78 degrees.

So progress has been made. We have the carpet up in the hallway and are slowly moving stuff upstairs and out to the garage. Once the crap and furniture has been removed, we’ll start slowly hacking away at the carpet in the basement and pulling it out. It’s gonna be a tough go with it still pretty saturated.

The In-Laws house is apparently not as bad as feared, though it is far from unscathed. The house is up to about 6 inches below the front door. The top floor is more than likely fine, but the basement is probably a full loss. My FIL is fairly philosophical about the whole thing, so it’s now just a matter of finding out the extent of the damage and getting on with the recovery. There will be plenty of time to lament things later.

Am enjoying Fringe and am fair near to wibbling myself silly that the season premiere of Supernatural tomorrow night (although–EPIC FALE, WGN!–it’s on at 11:30 pm because a BASEBALL game is on. THE NERVE!!)

Here’s a taste of the promo for tomorrow nights eppy of SPN.

Must go home now and move boxes and wet vac some more and try and get some writing done. Yay. The fun never stops, does it?





Flood. Fucking Ike. That is All.

16 09 2008

weather….well….we’ve had some rain…::head desk::

Hurricane Ike jumped up and spanked the living shit out of us over the weekend.

We got 2 inches of water in our basement and are in the process of ripping up the carpeting now that the water has finally receded somewhat.  My in-laws weren’t so lucky. Their house is in the block south of the Little Cal river which broke it’s banks on Saturday and they were forced to evacuate. They are staing at their new condo in Highland, but it’s lacking a few things, like furniture, clothing pretty much ANYTHING.

Needless to say that we are more than a little exhausted from spending the past 72 hours wet vacuuming carpeting that will have to be ripped up anyway, and trying to salvage boxes of files that are probably gonna have to be thrown away.  I spent half the time sweating and soaked to the bone, the other half shell shocked and trying not to cry.  It’s so stupid. I know I have to be a grown up and just DEAL WITH IT. There will be plenty of time to cry later. If I even care at that point.

Bri and I are just DONE with this. We wish we could just cut our losses and pack up and move. I know this is not possible and merely us being foot stomping exhausted about the whole situation.