Sunday afternoon I ran to the basement to do a load of wash.
Sunday evening my husband yelled to me from the basement that the floor was wet.
It wasn't just the floor...the was under half the basement....carpet. (foam underneath)
He thought the wash machine was broken and had leaked...
but it turns out that that is not where the water came from.
I grabbed two fans and all the towels and started mopping up.
I mopped up as much as I could and went to bed.
Monday morning, I went down to check on things and water seemed to be still coming in....
Did I leave the faucet on when I watered the tomato plants on Saturday?
I went outside, of course, in my pajamas to check. (I hope the neighbors did not see me. But that would have made for a funnier story, I guess. )
And there it was, the faucet was on, just the tiniest bit.
The ground was totally saturated and the window well was full of water.
I bailed out the window well as much as I could.
Headed back downstairs to spin the towels, dry the towels and mop up some more.
I have spun and dried and mopped about ten times now.
This morning it still feels very wet in some sections of the basement...so I will focus on those today.
I am thankful that the wash machine is not broken.
I am getting lots of exercise.
It's a small inconvenience.
(I'm thinking of others.)
It could be worse.
Number 2 in the egg series.
The egg was bigger than the others...
But I never suspected.
Twin eggs are very rare.
I can remember my mother exclaiming with glee when she got a double yolk.
The things we remember.
They are the oddest things.
I love you mom.
Look! I got a double yolk!
Encourage one another,