yeesh. you type one little thing about rain...
Good grief! I am now able to blog again, as our cable/internet was finally brought back to life this evening - after being knocked out during Thursday night's storm. The same storm that caused a tornado watch earlier in the afternoon, thus corralling myself and my co-workers in the middle hallway of the 42nd floor. Right before that happened, I received an IM from my art director asking if I had looked outside recently, to which I responded that I was nowhere near a window. He commented that the sky had turned an ominous shade of black, and before I had a chance to see for myself, the disembodied voice of building security announced through the fire alarm system that there was a tornado watch, and we should all calmly gather in the central office hallway on our floor and wait for further instructions (see: aforementioned corralling statement).
The tornado watch gratefully never turned into a tornado warning, but that didn't stop the heavens from opening up over the city and dumping, oh, let's say, six million gallons of rainwater on us. Just for kicks, the wind also hit speeds of up to 70 mph in Glenview, so the occasional falling tree helped knock out multiple power lines, thus keeping many residents from seeing clearly that their basements had flooded.
We were extremely lucky in that our house remained dry and free of excess lumber. However, the water in the backyard and driveway was ankle deep. How do I know this? Well, when I waded from the porch to the garage, the water came up to my ankles. The garage had taken on about an inch of water, but it thankfully did not extend all the way to the back wall, so the damage was really that our firewood is pretty flame-retardant at this point, and the garage has a lovely "musky" smell.
Again, I'd like to express my gratitude to the powers that be, as many of our neighbors were not as fortunate as us. Our daycare provider's basement (you know, where the daycare is located) took on four to five inches of water, forcing her to shut down on Friday (and possibly into next week). Consequently, I took the day off from work and stayed home with Kenny to try to teach him how to say fun and useful words like, "lifeboat, sump pump" and "flood insurance."
All of this misery around me didn't stop me from grumbling about my lack of cable and Internet access, as my email addiction far outweighs my ability to empathize with wet neighbors. I'll probably get smote for that, or at least, flooded, so let me just say again, to the powers that be, that I'm being sarcastic here in the name of humorous blogging. Yes, I am perfectly capable of going several days without email or ESPN.com. Stop sniggering. It's true. Sort of.
The sun was kind enough to come back out today, so things are drying up nicely. Once my local hardware warehouses are re-stocked with fresh portable generators and battery-powered sump pump backup systems, I'm sure I'll end up "investing in a dryer future."
Of course, with all of this water, it is nice to be able to "surf" again. I'm just sayin'.
The tornado watch gratefully never turned into a tornado warning, but that didn't stop the heavens from opening up over the city and dumping, oh, let's say, six million gallons of rainwater on us. Just for kicks, the wind also hit speeds of up to 70 mph in Glenview, so the occasional falling tree helped knock out multiple power lines, thus keeping many residents from seeing clearly that their basements had flooded.
We were extremely lucky in that our house remained dry and free of excess lumber. However, the water in the backyard and driveway was ankle deep. How do I know this? Well, when I waded from the porch to the garage, the water came up to my ankles. The garage had taken on about an inch of water, but it thankfully did not extend all the way to the back wall, so the damage was really that our firewood is pretty flame-retardant at this point, and the garage has a lovely "musky" smell.
Again, I'd like to express my gratitude to the powers that be, as many of our neighbors were not as fortunate as us. Our daycare provider's basement (you know, where the daycare is located) took on four to five inches of water, forcing her to shut down on Friday (and possibly into next week). Consequently, I took the day off from work and stayed home with Kenny to try to teach him how to say fun and useful words like, "lifeboat, sump pump" and "flood insurance."
All of this misery around me didn't stop me from grumbling about my lack of cable and Internet access, as my email addiction far outweighs my ability to empathize with wet neighbors. I'll probably get smote for that, or at least, flooded, so let me just say again, to the powers that be, that I'm being sarcastic here in the name of humorous blogging. Yes, I am perfectly capable of going several days without email or ESPN.com. Stop sniggering. It's true. Sort of.
The sun was kind enough to come back out today, so things are drying up nicely. Once my local hardware warehouses are re-stocked with fresh portable generators and battery-powered sump pump backup systems, I'm sure I'll end up "investing in a dryer future."
Of course, with all of this water, it is nice to be able to "surf" again. I'm just sayin'.
posted by Dr. Overboard and Prof. Evenkeel at 9:44 PM
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