Monday, April 16, 2007

Refugees

Ah, well. In a true fit of exurbitude, our cellar flooded, killing the water heater, and, we think, the oil burner. It was two feet deep when we left last night, kids, cat and passports (why? we don't know) in hand. The electric panel seems to've escaped harm, since our answering machine still picks up.

The fire department was kind enough to bring a pump, but it couldn't keep up with the creek. We have to name the cellar, soon.

Oh, hey -- anyone want to buy a house?


4 comments:

wcs said...

You could tap Norman MacLean for the naming thing...

evenfurtherupstate said...

Got to work 2 hours late myself this morning, after trying to stave off the basement flood with a wet/dry vac (paper towels were a joke; real towels only slightly less so). I don't think the manufacturer had that in mind for the Shop-Vac, but for 3 hours this morning it made me feel like I was doing SOMEthing.

Ah -- the joys of homeownership.

hegemony57 said...

You poor SOB. When things dry out a bit you might consider reaching out to a recently relocated friend who has a way with combustion.

Of course (if you are unable to unload the lot) your next gen house will be elevated to render that pesky moving aquifer moot.

Bill Braine said...

Believe me, there was a moment there when we discarded the old stale gas from the gas-powered pump, that I thought I should save it by pouring it over a few rags in a cardboard box...

Just a thought, though.