It’s been raining quite heavily in most parts of the country, including mine, and the ground is finally saturated, meaning there is no place for the water to go anymore but into your cellar. We were concerned last night, Gamma most of all, she has a phobia of flooding (when she was younger and telling past-life stories, most of her deaths involved drowning) and couldn’t get to sleep. I read a book, and when I wanted to go to bed saw that Alpha, Beta and Gamma were all sleeping in the big bed, so I went to Beta’s bed and read another 30 minutes before finally going to sleep around 1. Got up at 5.30 and checked water levels in the street etc. Things had, in my area, calmed down overnight and water had never actually come into our cellar, and I never needed to use the pump I bought several years ago when water did actually flood our basement and I swore I’d get a good pump.
It is interesting how a catastrophe brings out the best in people. Yesterday, for example, when the rain was the heaviest, just streaming down, and our back yard was mostly submerged, totally saturated with about an inch of water on top and water was beginning to seep into the drain in front of the cellar door, I noticed our neighbor bailing water out of in front of her door and throwing it into our backyard. Alpha and I went to the fence and asked her wtf she was doing, and to please not be putting even more water onto our property, where it would seep into our house, but into the street where it could drain away.
“I’ve had to buy new furniture three times,” she explained. Good for you, I thought. “Listen,” I said, “I have a pump. You’re welcome to use that until my cellar starts flooding and I need it.” She said, in an irritated tone, no, another neighbor was bringing over a pump. I told her to be sure and let me know if she changed her mind.