January--there should not be rain. There should not be rain in the basement. But there is. With a combination of repeated sub-zero temperatures, a 1911 farmhouse, and pipes under the old porch, the expected outcome? Flooding in January.
We spent the morning ripping out drywall, ruined insulation, soaked carpet and padding. The old television had to go (it was the first one we purchased nearly 20 years ago!). Once again I was thankful that old farmhouses clean well. After tracking through the house with loads of wet garbage and boots, we wiped down the wood floors and stairs. Viola! I am nearly done with the extra wash (that had to wait until after the pipes were repaired of course).
The Big Guy has just finished dropping off a load of corn at the elevator. Perhaps this afternoon he'll have time to put up the new insulation and drywall. All in all, we are thankful it wasn't worse--it could have been sewage, it could have ruined more--and now the temperature is nearly 20 degrees! What's not to be thankful for?
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