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On Saturday I moved most of my houseplants outside to the deck and gave them a good dowsing. I could almost see them wriggle in relief - shaking the dust off the branches and leaves y'know. I watered most of them and then took a lunch break, leaving the hose turned on since the wand I use has an on/off valve.
Less than two hours later I took some boxes downstairs for storage and stepped into an inch of water! What the? I crossed the landing into the second room downstairs and it had an inch of water on the floor too - soaking and ruining the cheap wood floor in there. I called Mike and he rushed home with the wet vac so we could suck up all the water. And I had to immediately start moving two rooms of jammed-packed stuff that hadn't been gone through since we moved here over a year ago - out into the backyard. It took hours of schlopping through the water and creating a horrible muddy mess.
Thankfully the weather was nice and the sun helped dry everything out. I don't know what we would have done had it been raining. When Mike arrived, he moved some of the heavy stuff and furniture that I couldn't move alone and I vacuumed and vacuumed up the nasty, dirty water. What a messy job it was. And everything started to smell mildewy almost immediately. Ugh.
Turns out that a pipe that burst this past winter caused the mini flood - the pipe that had the garden hose I used attached to it. Mike replaced it on Sunday and all is well.
It wasn't a very fun weekend though! But the good thing is that it forced me to go through everything when it was sitting outside while the floors were drying, and get it organized as we moved it back in. Before, stuff was just shoved every- where and I couldn't even get to it - and didn't know what half of it was. I'm doing the final organization today and am plum worn out. But it will be so much nicer downstairs now... I'll know where everything is and not have to perform weird contortions anymore just to get to the washing machine.
While going through one of the boxes outside, I discovered a scared, little mouse... cutest little mouse I've ever seen - with big, black eyes. And probably from the family of mice who used to chew on my soap and poop in the kitchen drawers before we moved in here full time. Sophie ran after it, poor thing, but it alluded her, apparently disappearing into thin air. Sophie and I also discovered two scorpions as well. She started batting one around before I saw what it was and then I killed it... to her disappointment. Some things just can't hang around a house though and it could have zapped her.
I haven't burned incense in quite awhile, but burned some today downstairs to help get rid of the musty smell goin' on.
What on earth would it be like to lose everything to a real flood or tornado, etc.? We were lucky because I discovered the water before it got any deeper and was able to save most everything. We lost a nice rug and some odds and ends, but nothing important. But what about a real disaster where people have no control and lose so much? It's devastating and just makes me thankful that our mini-flood was nothing compared to what so many people are going through right now.
I know I owe comment responses and a few emails - and I will get to them this week sometime!