You might recall that back in December, we had some amazing rain come through here, and in order to save our family room from being flooded, Jim made a siphon out of a garden hose and I dug a trench from our back yard halfway to our front yard, in order to drain out the major lake that had formed back there. I’m not going to bother sending you to that post, because it was hella-long and about all sorts of different things that happened over Hanukkah week.
Never fear. You’re gonna get to see Round 2 of the Wells Family’s Throwdown with Mother Nature.
It’s still sort of Winter here, you see. The ground is still frozen beyond the first 8 inches of depth (or so), even though we had two glorious days last week of 60-degree temps. As it got closer to the weekend, the ominous weather forecasts started coming out: Flash Flood Watches and Warnings all over our area, for two and a half days. Uh-oh.
I think it started raining on Friday afternoon or evening. And it didn’t stop.
It rained all day Saturday except for an hour or so. By Saturday afternoon our yard started to fill up again.
By Sunday morning our sump pump was running every 30 seconds or so. The 14 year old and I had a Purim Carnival to attend at religious school (I know Kat, I know…I have to tell you more about Purim! Later! Or tomorrow!) and the older kid went to clean the salon like he does every Sunday. When we returned home, Jim was outside, making the trench bigger. (In case you have forgotten from the last time I wrote about this, our family room is on the left side of the house and on a concrete slab. The basement, where the sump is, is on the right side of the house.) We ended up dealing with the water all afternoon, and in fact had to miss the Eagle Court of Honor for a boy in our Troop. That was tough. We felt horrible because we had RSVPed that we’d be there, but I called one of our friends and asked him to give our regrets; we had to stay home. Jim made sure to call our troop’s newest Eagle Scout last night to offer our congratulations, but we sure wish we could have been there.
But it’s not nice to fool with Mother Nature! So we stayed.
Let me tell more of the story with photos.
Here is the trench (new and improved!). Beyond the fence is our back yard.
I took this photo while standing in the same spot; I just turned toward the street. Notice that we’ve got quite the river flowing there. If this happens again, I plan to have a blog contest for the naming of our little river. Just an FYI.
Here is the younger boy, standing at-the-ready, waiting to clear the sewer cover when it will inevitably get clogged with leaves again. If you look at the bottom left corner of the shadow of the tree, you’ll see the little whirlpool of water, trying its best to swirl down the drain.
Roxie didn’t want to get her dainty paws wet, so she stayed inside and supervised. Lazy A$$. (ALTHOUGH, I must tell you that Jim reluctantly gives her credit for warning him about the flood while he was working out in the basement. Amazing stuff. I now shall call her Lassie on occasion when she acts in other smart ways.)
Oh yes! Did I mention the sandbags? We bought two sandbags to put in the back of Jim’s old truck YEARS AND YEARS ago. We got rid of that truck but kept the sandbags. Moved them from house to house three times. They rest in the garage under his current vehicle, doing absolutely no good for anybody. Anyway, sometimes it pays to have some stuff sitting around, because our screened-in back porch was flooding worse than I had ever seen it, and part of the problem was the huge gap under the door. So I put a sandbag there. (I put the other one in the porch against the corner of the house, because that’s where the water was headed.)
Our patio, right outside the screened-in porch, was under a couple of inches of water. This kills us. Though it will dry out and be fine, we miss seeing it clean, because we made it ourselves. Here is is, all shiny and new, on the day we finished it.
Sump pump on the other side of the house? Check. At the peak of the rain, it was running every 6 seconds. We replaced our old sump pump last year because it just didn’t seem to be working as well as we thought it should. Thank goodness we listened to our instincts on that one!
It’s hard work saving a house. But you know what? We can’t complain too much. We were successful again. Zero water made it inside. Sure, the side yard is a nightmare and will require hours of fixing, and possibly the sinking of a PVC pipe so the back yard will drain without us having to be out there helping it along, but I’d much rather fix the yard than buy new carpeting and replace personal items.
The younger boy suggested that we start a business “Saving houses from water”. Uh, thanks for the vote of confidence, kid…but we’ll pass.