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A Wet Birthday
16 years ago
There is nothing dirty about this day, aside from me after it was all over. And sadly, no, it wasn't dirty in a sexual way, but rather a literal way.
See, we had some extremely heavy rain this morning. And all that rain eventually built up and started to flood the street. When I first noticed this I ran up stairs and got my sister to come down and see it. At first we were both laughing our asses off at the sight of the street being flooded. We were like "what the Hell?!" when we saw it. After she went back upstairs I realized that the sidewalk out front had been flooded too. I looked like a small river flowing out front, so I went and got my sister again. We started cracking up some more at everything we saw from the front and the side street. That's when we got the idea to check the back yard. And low and behold, it had turned into a miniature lake. I mean, literally, the entire backyard (which is about 40x60 feet) was flooded.
At this point I had a bad feeling in my gut about what was going on, so I ran to the basement door. All I had to do was open it and there it was. The basement had started to flood a little bit below the first step. At that point I decided to try and move my car back a few feet so that it wouldn't get flooded out by all the water that had built up on the street. But after running out of the house screaming something like "No time for shoe!" and trudging through water that was up to my knee caps, I found that I couldn't get my car door open.
Me and my sister decided that it was time to call our mom and let her know what was going on. She told us to call our dad, which we did, and he told us to take a closer look at the basement. It was at that point that I noticed three things. One, the water level was growing. Fast. Two, the freezer against the wall had started floating. And three, one of our cats, who had normally used the basement as her hideout, was missing.
After I hung up several thoughts ran through my head. I handed the phone to my sister and screamed something to extent of needing a pair of boots, a broom stick, and the cooler that I had noticed was floating downstairs. I think I was having a MacGyver moment. And after I got down there I realized that I didn't need the broom stick, so I just pulled myself along the walls and the rafters of the low-hanging ceiling. As I was going along I was making sure not to fall over into the nasty sewage water and looking for our missing cat. I checked all over but I didn't find her. What I found in my dad's work room, however, was a little but unnerving. I saw where the water was coming in from, and it looked like a dam had just broken. I decided to turn back for the time being and head back upstairs. And it was about that point where the water had started to raise to a level where it was almost over the cooler. I sped up a little bit and got the fuck out of there.
About the time I had gotten out of the basement we decided to check the front yard again. Our timing couldn't have been more perfect, as our dad was walking through the front yard. He was not happy with the sight of the basement, and went into the water to assess the damage. After a while he came back up and went back out again to get some tools. I went back down and made a mark on some of the wood on the side to keep track of the water. not even 10 minutes had passed I don't think and the mark was completely submerged. It was about a 2 inch high mark no less!
Anyways, to make a long story short, my dad bought a pump to get the water out of the basement, my car got seriously damaged by the flooding, and our cat who was missing turned up alive, well, and surprisingly dry. Oh, and my grandmother (who irritates the fuck out of everyone who lives here just by opening her mouth and existing) called to wish me a happy birthday. I appreciate the sentiment, but I was still a bit irritated.
Well, at the very least, my mate was the first to wish me a happy birthday today. This has been one Hell of a day. Happy birthday to me.
See, we had some extremely heavy rain this morning. And all that rain eventually built up and started to flood the street. When I first noticed this I ran up stairs and got my sister to come down and see it. At first we were both laughing our asses off at the sight of the street being flooded. We were like "what the Hell?!" when we saw it. After she went back upstairs I realized that the sidewalk out front had been flooded too. I looked like a small river flowing out front, so I went and got my sister again. We started cracking up some more at everything we saw from the front and the side street. That's when we got the idea to check the back yard. And low and behold, it had turned into a miniature lake. I mean, literally, the entire backyard (which is about 40x60 feet) was flooded.
At this point I had a bad feeling in my gut about what was going on, so I ran to the basement door. All I had to do was open it and there it was. The basement had started to flood a little bit below the first step. At that point I decided to try and move my car back a few feet so that it wouldn't get flooded out by all the water that had built up on the street. But after running out of the house screaming something like "No time for shoe!" and trudging through water that was up to my knee caps, I found that I couldn't get my car door open.
Me and my sister decided that it was time to call our mom and let her know what was going on. She told us to call our dad, which we did, and he told us to take a closer look at the basement. It was at that point that I noticed three things. One, the water level was growing. Fast. Two, the freezer against the wall had started floating. And three, one of our cats, who had normally used the basement as her hideout, was missing.
After I hung up several thoughts ran through my head. I handed the phone to my sister and screamed something to extent of needing a pair of boots, a broom stick, and the cooler that I had noticed was floating downstairs. I think I was having a MacGyver moment. And after I got down there I realized that I didn't need the broom stick, so I just pulled myself along the walls and the rafters of the low-hanging ceiling. As I was going along I was making sure not to fall over into the nasty sewage water and looking for our missing cat. I checked all over but I didn't find her. What I found in my dad's work room, however, was a little but unnerving. I saw where the water was coming in from, and it looked like a dam had just broken. I decided to turn back for the time being and head back upstairs. And it was about that point where the water had started to raise to a level where it was almost over the cooler. I sped up a little bit and got the fuck out of there.
About the time I had gotten out of the basement we decided to check the front yard again. Our timing couldn't have been more perfect, as our dad was walking through the front yard. He was not happy with the sight of the basement, and went into the water to assess the damage. After a while he came back up and went back out again to get some tools. I went back down and made a mark on some of the wood on the side to keep track of the water. not even 10 minutes had passed I don't think and the mark was completely submerged. It was about a 2 inch high mark no less!
Anyways, to make a long story short, my dad bought a pump to get the water out of the basement, my car got seriously damaged by the flooding, and our cat who was missing turned up alive, well, and surprisingly dry. Oh, and my grandmother (who irritates the fuck out of everyone who lives here just by opening her mouth and existing) called to wish me a happy birthday. I appreciate the sentiment, but I was still a bit irritated.
Well, at the very least, my mate was the first to wish me a happy birthday today. This has been one Hell of a day. Happy birthday to me.
~Nick ((A.K.A. River))~
Leucrotta
~leucrotta
Happy birthday, incredibly soggy as it seems to have been. I'm glad the kitty turned up!
