Sunday, September 14, 2008
I'm nervous. The flooding is getting really bad around here. Pete just went for a walk with the dogs, and he said Warrenville Road is partially flooded. The Towne Tap's basement is already flooded and the water is creeping up steadily, so the benefit is being moved to the VFW. Our old neighbor Jeff's house is completely flooded, toast, totally ruined. We lived just 100 feet from him, although our living quarters were up much higher. The Phillips station where we get our morning coffee has two feet of water already, and various roads are being shut down.
This house is not doing much better. Our basement has already flooded, as has all the basements of my relatives. Our entryway wall was weeping yesterday, and we can't completely close the front door anymore, since it's swollen to the point of being unusable. So far the dining room ceiling is okay, but we've had trouble with that spot during past rainstorms that were nothing compared to this one, which are the remnants of Ike.
The radar shows a large swath of rain still moving toward us, full of bright yellow and dark green. I let our landlord know what's going on, and I'm sure he'll be miserable from the news. The dogs had fun running amok outside with Pete, but we just gave them flea baths yesterday, so their medicated therapy has been washed away. Even Max, the eternal outdoor cat, has been pacing restlessly, emerging from time to time from the soggy basement, unsure of whether to mew for his freedom or head to higher ground.
I can only hope we stay as warm and dry as possible here, that the broken wall stays intact, and that nothing too precious among the soaked cardboard boxes has been ruined. Tomorrow we'll leave early for work in case we have difficulty getting out of our neighborhood, which is a very real possibility. I can't stop the jitters or the sense of anxiety I'm feeling, but I take comfort in the fact that we DON'T own this house at the moment and that everything is okay for now, knock on wood.