Water, Water Everywhere

This month we learn about melting snow . . . and spring rain . . . and how the slightest almost unnoticeable crack in a foundation allows for rivulets of fresh spring water–right across the basement floor.

I’m not complaining. I did say fresh spring water. In our previous home we dealt with the other kind of water–you know, the kind that gurgles backward up into the basement from sewer pipes blocked by tree roots and who knows what else. Trust me, this is much more pleasant. Not less wet, but at least not smelly and gross.

That said, it’s still water. Lest you think the house will crumble at any minute, it’s actually very solid, but those two minor cracks will definitely need to be patched. Tom says it’s easy (what a blessing to be married to a guy who, when any home repair comes along, says, “That’s easy”). So we trekked to town last weekend (past farmfields that might as well have been shallow lakes) and purchased those thingys that send water from the gutters out farther from the house. (I don’t know what they’re called. I just know what they look like.) And concrete patch. And whatever else hubby said he needed for this particular repair.

And also lest you think we experienced damage to our “stuff,” we were fortunate to have known of this slight water issue beforehand (I mean, we didn’t anticipate streams of water, but still we knew), and so everything in the basement is on shelves and off the floor. So as we mopped the water to the drain, the floor got a good cleaning.

See? Glass half full. That’s my motto.

I sit here this morning in our little country home with the snow finally melted, anticipating what perennials will peek out in the garden behind our house. The sun rises behind the trees across the field causing me to squint at the computer screen. A layer of fog makes its last stand.

Half full nothin’. My cup overflows.

6 thoughts on “Water, Water Everywhere

  1. Oh, we’ve been there. Every spring on Long Island we mopped snow-melt and rain water out of the basement. Every summer we were told (by maintenance staff) the problem had been fixed. After two springs we scrounged pallets and put everything in big rubbermaid boxes.
    I’m so glad nothing of yours was damaged. And it’s certainly heartwarming to know you can find joy even in the unpleasantness of dirty, wet home repairs.

  2. When I read your first paragraph, “the slightest almost unnoticeable crack in a foundation allows for rivulets,” I thought of how true that also is spiritually. Maybe my personal “cracks” aren’t immediately visible to others, but if I don’t pay attention to them, I have to do damage control. Thanks for the well-written post, Linda, and the reminder that there is a positive side to every situation.

  3. Thanks for the reminder to look on the bright side of things. Jeff and I spent the week end trimming all the dead foliage – the result of our cold winter. Yes, I know not as cold as yours, but still much colder than we are used to. We lost many plants and are still waiting to see if others are going to come back, but we also are seeing evidence of new budding. What joy and hope spring brings with it!

  4. Linda, thanks so much for this great reminder…attitude is more than half the battle. An attitude of gratitude goes a long way!

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