…in the basement.
We were planning to have a nice relaxing weekend, keep it low-key. Friday night we went to dinner in town and then to the bar for a few beers. There weren’t that many people out, but it was nice to let loose a little and relax after the long week.
Saturday morning J and I slept in and decided we were just going to lay around all day and watch Game of Thrones. It stormed pretty bad on Friday night so J wouldn’t have to go work, which is always nice. But as we were talking I kept hearing water. It wasn’t raining anymore – it was bright and sunny.
The water sound wasn’t coming from outside, it was coming from the foot of water standing in our basement.
Neither J nor I knew what to do. So after spending about an hour with my best friend Google, we figured out we needed a pump, which thankfully J has from all of his farming. Getting all of that water out probably took at least 2 hours. Then I set up two fans and a dehumidifier so it doesn’t get moldy. Not the way I wanted to spend my Saturday afternoon.
After all of that drama, we decided to go swimming and drink a few beers at a neighbor’s pond. It was a much-needed break and fun time that we needed. There’s nothing like a cold beer and a warm pond on a hot day. But we noticed it was starting to lightning so we left since the vehicle we took doesn’t have a roof.
And of course there is like 4 more inches of water in the basement! We spent all morning getting it out again. I guess we need to call someone to take a look at the basement and see why it’s coming in.
Being a homeowner is hard folks, I never know what to do (just kidding we rent the house). Wish us luck!