Row Row Row Your Boat….

Mercy, the skies are angry. It’s been raining nonstop going on two days. My long list of going and doing chores is collecting dust because I keep saying I’ll go when the rains stop. That may be tomorrow! Or never!!

Bonus: Tell me without telling me when your kids think you’re getting old!

When you get this text!!!!! 😂

Happy Friday. Hope wherever you are you’re staying safe and dry. It’s a mess.

8 thoughts on “Row Row Row Your Boat….

  1. Curious if you’ve ever had flooding issues in your Bedford house. The basement of the house I grew up in in Rye used to flood like crazy. Crazy! Some of my worst childhood memories.
    Then our Fairfield house also used to flood (mushrooms grew in the basement) until we had it water proofed. That water proofing, and a full-house generator, were the best money we ever spent on the house.
    Oh, and every year we’d have to rebuild parts of our fence due to crashing trees taking out sections of it.
    Weather beats the crap out of homes in the north. Hope yours is high and dry and not something you need to fret about.

    1. Nothing worse, nothing, than a flooded mess. I feel your pain.

      Luckily no, not this house. Our first house in Bedford, yes. The garage and basement flooded. We closed on that house like June 15, had the movers bring furniture in and then told them to just stack all the boxes in the basement because we were leaving to spend the rest of the summer in RI. We’d unpack and organize early September. Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, I made a quick trip back to Bedford one day to meet with a painter only to find every box in the basement soaked. Soaked. The floods had subsided but the boxes were smelly moldy mess. It had baby books in it. Baby clothes. Books. Photo albums. Shoes. Sheets. Towels. We were furious and called the realtor who sold us the house and asked if she knew about any previous flooding. This was long before sellers were required to declare the known problems of the home and long before the Internet even. We started to squawk and believe it or not, the REALTOR told us we should remain silent because the sellers were prominent in town. Yes she really really said that. What do I care if they’re prominent. They knew the basement flooded and didn’t say a thing. I ran into these people often, at church and other local events. I never once could face them and was quietly pleased when the husband had serious financial difficulties (charged with taking company funds for personal use). They were not nice people.

      We did what you did, added drains, waterproofed etc. Costly and not an expense we expected. To this day we wonder why the house inspector didn’t notice any signs of earlier flooding but I learned an early lesson there too- never hire the inspector recommended by your realtor.

      1. That’s like my first house in Greenwich. Crawlspace under the front porch became a running creek during the first rainstorm after moving in. Opened the crawlspace door, the door to the garage and the garage door and watched it run right through the basement and garage (lucky for a slight slope). There were definitely signs of this but I was trusting. Never again. Lesson learned. Dug up the pipe from the downspouts to find clogs and breaks leading to very good old school dry well. Once repaired, never a problem again.

      2. Years ago we had a situation similar to yours: lots of mementos and other belongings stored in a basement that had never flooded as far as we knew. I still can’t forget the sight of a chest freezer bobbing around like a toy boat.

        The bright side was that many future decisions were made for us all at once.

  2. Hmmmmmm, nice long deluge along the Bos-Wash corridor? Seems like an appropriate area for a good cleansing.
    While we watch people in NYC moronically swim in subway sewage, let’s be thankful that ours Betters in DC have ensured they’re shit stays dry with one of the few major infrastructure projects completed in the country of the past few decades:
    The rest of you can worry about leaky roofs, overflowing gutters and flooded underpasses while remaining grateful that DC is safe. Thank God!

    1. I know the difference between there, their and they’re.

        1. If I could just remember to check when starting a thought and changing it.
          Now I know how Obiden feels.

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