Just a little FYI: When one's husband awakens one at 6:30 am with a cup of coffee and says, "I've got good news and bad news" one should just bury one's head under one's pillow and go back to sleep and pretend one heard nothing. Really. It's the only smart thing to do.
Of course, I didn't do the smart thing, and since I hadn't had my coffee yet, I asked for the good news first. Well, the good news was that "we were going to get the basement cleaned." The bad news was that we needed to get a wet/dry shop vac. You make the connection. Oh - did I mention that the basement is my studio, sacred space, my haven? My place where my fabric, paints, sewing machine, papers, ribbons, and my sanity live? Oh yes - just the place you want to have to use a WET VAC!
When we were away on vacation last week, we brilliantly bought a timer for our hose so that we could water the back yard early, early (5 am) every morning. Further brilliance had us move our potted plants back there too, so that we could economically and environmentally water everything at one time. And it worked too. We arrived home to sweltering, smothering heat; but the back yard, the plants and the new crape myrtle looked great thanks to the brilliant plan we put in place before we left.
Yesterday, Conner mowed the back yard (which needed it because we so brilliantly watered while we were gone). He moved the timed sprinklers and then put them back when he was done. Only he didn't put them back exactly where they were, and at 5 am today when the timer went off, the sprinkler merrily sprinkled into the back staircase leading to the basement door. Did I mention there's no lip at the bottom of the basement door? An important fact - as that lip would have prevented the gallons of water from pouring seeping under the basement door and into my swamp studio.
Now in the interest of total disclosure, I should tell you that I haven't been down there to check it out yet (and yes it's 8 pm), but John just told me that the shop vac is great, and that he needs a giant plastic bag to bring up all of the wet towels he used this morning. Sigh.
I guess I should put on my big girl panties and go help.
As you well know, that's what military academy is for! I mean for you and John. How awful. It sounds like you made the right move waiting until much later to go see. I hope things are better now. Best laid plans...
Posted by: Doojie | August 09, 2007 at 09:58 PM
too bad it's summer and there are no Mids around to swab the under belly of your big white lady!
Posted by: larahurley | August 16, 2007 at 12:28 PM