Oh dammit, I didn't get to play on Sat with you guys. My wife woke me up about 5:15 in the morning with horrifying news. Water in the basement. Oh no! Earlier that night, around 1:30 a.m. I'm laying in bed and my entire room was glowing with a white hugh, it was raining so hard outside that my room light up from the reflection of the white of the rain. Keep in mind, its been raining here for over a week and I swear to you, I've never seen anything like this in my entire life. I layed there in absolute panic.
When my wife woke me up, I had just fallen back to sleep, I was laying there, horrified for hours. I got out of bed, went into the basement and there was about 300 gallons of water there already and more coming in. We got in the car after a pure panic attack, I was giving orders as if I was still in the military, taking charge of things.... the way it needs to be and my wife was trying to be creative in her own little mind having NO experience with flooding like I did coming from the Navy. World War 3 started between us. Oh great!
We had our little tizzy, got in the car, went to two major stores looking for sump pumps to drain the water and everyone was all sold out. My store, the one that I used to own wasn't opened yet, so we waited.... tick tick tick.
They opened and I placed the call on my cell. They have what I needed. Zoom! I got my sump pump and the battle between water and my saving my home began. Keep in mind, I'm as handicapped as they come. I can walk, I may smile a lot, but baby, the pain is unbearable. We started to drain the water, but it was still coming in. Outside we had a stream running off the mountain, through our yard. Near my hatchway I had 6 blocks, only one was still there, the other 5 were underground!!!! The earth around my house hollowed out and swallowed them up. Near my tractor, the earth caved in, another foot or so my tractors weight could have caused it to collasp more.
To stop the water, we had to find the cracks that formed and chisel them out making them bigger, we used a hydraulic cement... to what seemed to be an endless battle. There was even water coming in from where the cellar walls met the basement floor!
12 hours later we got things undercontrol... everything except my emotions. Over tired... in pain.... with cramps in one hand that litterally shut my thumb to my hand I had had it. I went to pick up food at a itallian place and I couldn't even count the money, I broke down, the owner told me to just go home, relax, stop what I was doing because by this point i was a mess. Let me tell ya, when your a hurt person, you don't have the luxury of attacking and saving the things that you love without extreme extreme pain. About 7:30 that night I finally got in the shower, poured a drink, took my pills and got to bed. We still have a leak, about 1 gallon an hour that we can't stop, its coming from UNDER my furnace, the basement floor was undermind and we can't patch it there because we'd have to disconnect the furnace and move it. A chore that I can't do alone with my wife. So, because my wife works, I had to get up every couple of hours and vacumm it up. Today, I was supposed to go to a show with Al Lafleche, but I had to actually sit on each stair to get down them today from the second floor just to get my pills in the kitchen. Hurt, you have no idea, emotionaly drained.... you got it brotha.
That's what's been happening with MY life, hahahahaha... I posted this just to let some of you guys know how good you've got it just when you think yours sucks. As for me? I'll get by today, tomorrow and the next. I'll smile every chance that I can and I'll thank God that I'm alive. Hey, who knows, maybe even someday this week we'll get out for some prime rib and long island ice teas. Life is good folks.... eat it up!
Hope to catch ya'll on the next flight session.
EasyOff.