Just over two weeks ago, I awoke at 7:30 AM and crawled out of bed to head for the shower. Upon leaving my bedroom, my flip flop shod feet encountered sopping
wet carpet. it had rained all night (I had the most fabulous, restful night's sleep I've had in months due to the sounds of the rain, completely
oblivious to the water seeping in under my front door.)
As the bedroom was blissfully unaffected, I spent the next several minutes "transferring" (tossing indiscriminately onto the floor) any vulnerable items to that room. This included paperwork stored in cardboard boxes, several laundry baskets full of clean clothes, and sundry items stored under the sofa and any other piece of furniture that could "hide" stuff. (I live in a very small apartment where storage space is kept to a minimum.)
I then took a few minutes to cart most of my computer upstairs to my neighbor's apartment (thank goodness!) and slide the legs of my one prized piece of furniture into little plastic cups to protect them from further damage.
I spent the next three and a half hours using a rug extractor (I think that was what it was called) to, well, extract the flood water out of my carpet. So much water!
I then ran up to my neighbor's dry apartment to eat a quick lunch. some friends were nice enough to drop off some fast food so that I didn't have to brave the waters to prepare sustanence. Wimbledon was on and there's nothing I like better than listening to the thonk of tennis balls and the squeaking of sneaks as the players dash for the ball, so I figured I'd give myself a half hour break to relax. I ran down to my apartment for my phone and in the few seconds I was there, the water came gushing in again.
This time it didn't just make the carpet sodden. This time it gushed up to my ankles! And naturally, it gushed into the bedroom where I'd so stupidly thrown so many things to get them out of the way!
The landlady (what an awful term!) told me about another apartment they had so I gathered some friends (and anyone who was willing) to help me pack up what was salvageable. We had me moved in four hours, if you can imagine!
The packing was, well, haphazard, to say the least. I had to wash every dish I owned because they were packed with things wet from the flooding. how nothing broke is beyond me. Wet clothing was thrown in with clean dry clothing, which added to my clean up.
I am grateful for all the assistance, but I was still finding wet things a week after the move. (Ugh, the smell!)
This past Saturday night, I used the dishwasher for the first time. It looked pretty ancient, so after all my water trauma, I was pretty loathe to use it at first. (Should have trusted my initial judgement!) When I went to unload the dishes on Sunday, I discovered they weren't clean and the bottom of the dishwasher full of water. Gag!
Well, all of that is taken care of, but I swear, I have had enough of water related troubles!
I transferred all of my utillities, but it took forever for them to reconnect my Internet service-16 days! No TV or Net-what have I missed?
As the bedroom was blissfully unaffected, I spent the next several minutes "transferring" (tossing indiscriminately onto the floor) any vulnerable items to that room. This included paperwork stored in cardboard boxes, several laundry baskets full of clean clothes, and sundry items stored under the sofa and any other piece of furniture that could "hide" stuff. (I live in a very small apartment where storage space is kept to a minimum.)
I then took a few minutes to cart most of my computer upstairs to my neighbor's apartment (thank goodness!) and slide the legs of my one prized piece of furniture into little plastic cups to protect them from further damage.
I spent the next three and a half hours using a rug extractor (I think that was what it was called) to, well, extract the flood water out of my carpet. So much water!
I then ran up to my neighbor's dry apartment to eat a quick lunch. some friends were nice enough to drop off some fast food so that I didn't have to brave the waters to prepare sustanence. Wimbledon was on and there's nothing I like better than listening to the thonk of tennis balls and the squeaking of sneaks as the players dash for the ball, so I figured I'd give myself a half hour break to relax. I ran down to my apartment for my phone and in the few seconds I was there, the water came gushing in again.
This time it didn't just make the carpet sodden. This time it gushed up to my ankles! And naturally, it gushed into the bedroom where I'd so stupidly thrown so many things to get them out of the way!
The landlady (what an awful term!) told me about another apartment they had so I gathered some friends (and anyone who was willing) to help me pack up what was salvageable. We had me moved in four hours, if you can imagine!
The packing was, well, haphazard, to say the least. I had to wash every dish I owned because they were packed with things wet from the flooding. how nothing broke is beyond me. Wet clothing was thrown in with clean dry clothing, which added to my clean up.
I am grateful for all the assistance, but I was still finding wet things a week after the move. (Ugh, the smell!)
This past Saturday night, I used the dishwasher for the first time. It looked pretty ancient, so after all my water trauma, I was pretty loathe to use it at first. (Should have trusted my initial judgement!) When I went to unload the dishes on Sunday, I discovered they weren't clean and the bottom of the dishwasher full of water. Gag!
Well, all of that is taken care of, but I swear, I have had enough of water related troubles!
I transferred all of my utillities, but it took forever for them to reconnect my Internet service-16 days! No TV or Net-what have I missed?
