This morning at 4 am, I was sleeping and minding my own business when the phones started screaming at me. Flash Flood Warnings!!! Every 5 minutes! “Ok, I got it, already. Stop yelling at me. I live on a hill for fuck sake and I’m SLEEPING. Jeez.” Apparently, 7.5 inches of rain fell in 5 minutes – maybe a few hours – either way, super fast.
Here’s what was happening outside.
Here’s what the same waterfall looks like today.
Around 6 am and after about 20 sirens, Volker and I got up to venture outside and survey the damage. We didn’t get that far. This is INSIDE.
The rain ran out of room outside and wanted to come inside to play. Our house is 30-some years old and has NEVER had water come streaming in from outside. UGH. Ok. No problem. It’s tile. I’ll just dry it up and go on my merry way. It’s not like it’s carpet or anything.
Remember how I was painting Rachel’s room and ripping out her carpet? We did that. We added a really pretty wood floor.
Then this morning:
Wood floors DO NOT like water.
We called in the professionals to try and save the floors. They think that the floors will be fine but not before they use some floor sucking technology on them for three days. I did not volunteer for a floor sucking shift. A girl’s got to have standards.
Eventually, we made it outside. Holy Noah, Batman.
By the end of the day, the floors were drying and the water had receded. Lots of mess for tomorrow but hopefully some fun, too.
American German language lesson #71