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Flooding Basement Blues
Our basement is flooding but the protagonist in my short story got out of the parking lot. However, she is now stuck elsewhere.
Because of the basement flooding, there is likely to be no hot water tomorrow because, as you know, a rising tide douses all flames, including the pilot light of a water heater.
My partner has spent hours today trying to fix something he has tried to fix so many times that if we were to renew our vows, this object would have to be present.
It is raining so hard that our dogs won’t go outside despite them being sled dogs who, until recently, lived outside with half a plastic barrel as their shelter.
I have considered shaving my head like Sinead O’Connor because I have new clippers and it would be so easy to do. I could wear big earrings.
I have the flooding basement blues because, you know what’s coming, you know what’s the worse thing ever, you can feel it coming. We left stuff on the floor.
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From 2020 but appropriate for what’s coming tonight
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No!!! So sorry to hear about these troubles. Sure hope the rains stop soon!
We’re floating here….not really, drains worked so we are a little messy but not submerged.
Ugh! Ghastly! It’s the slo’ mo’ of it happening and it being too late to do anything about it: get the stuff off the floor, plug the leak, etc. “Too late!”, was heard the cry. All there is to do is to watch the situation get worse, whilst already being thoroughly miserable thinking about the clean up that awaits.
Commiserations winging their way to you. As a non-native speaker was once heard to say: ‘I condole you’.
I’ve been laughing about ‘I condole you” all day. Your commiserations arrived and are much appreciated.
If this were a disaster movie, it would be too scary to watch. Not good.
Totally. I’m glad I have a partner who goes downstairs to reconnoiter. Scary.
Are we living parallel lives? We have no hot water due to a water leak. And now our air conditioning has gone out. We actually could use the rain, but my cat wouldn’t care either way.
Air conditioning?? We are still wearing three layers here. Envy. Wondering if I will see Florida again in my lifetime. Oh well. Hope your hot water revives soon
We lived in N. Dakota for three years. I remember crying over the morning weather broadcasts when seemingly every state but mine had smiling suns plastered on them and we had a big snowflake. You’ll see Florida again.