Have you been watching the news? Cedar Rapids, that Iowa town that just flooded beyond all expectation and record, is 25 miles to my east. I work there. Needlesss to say, the college where I work has been closed since Wednesday afternoon.
I actually live in Blairstown, a nice dry town located away from the Iowa River. The town to the south, Marengo, occasionally floods a great deal, but not Blairstown.
In Blairstown, my house has always been dry. I live in a 140 year old house with an old limestone basement. Sure, it seeps a little, but for the most part, it’s not a problem.
That was then. Welcome to the 500 year flood plain. My basement is filling back up to match the water table. Yesterday morning we woke up to about six inches of water. We have no drain or sump pump. Until yesterday, we’ve never needed either, and it’s not one of the home repairs we prioritized.
The gamble now is to get the water in the basement low enough for us to get a sump pump in. The local hardware stopped by just after we’d started the entire wet vac process, and five hours later, when they were closed, we were ready for them.
Of course, the rains haven’t let up, and we’re full again down there. We’ll get up again at 5, and start the process again. They’re supposed to come back this morning.
All of this angst does not include that we have to get to Minneapolis today, to get to the airport tomorrow, and we have to navigate through a set of closed roads and alternative routes. It’ll be like a lab maze or a video game, depending on your centennial choice of metaphor.
Fine. I’m making this up as I go along. So is God. I get it.