Sunday, June 6, 2010

And at our house, the water flowed like wine

One of the little disclosures the previous owners of our home made was how there could be, at times, water and moisture in the basement. We were OK with that, understanding it's the sort of thing that happens in 80+ year old homes. And when you live mid-hill on a corner lot and wedged into a slight slope, you're going to get water.

Nevertheless, this is the reason Erinn and I cringe, either internally or furtively, when we're away from the bungalow and know it's raining really hard in Morgantown.

And on Sunday -- and conveniently enough, immediately after I got home from church -- we came pretty close to "worst case scenario."

And how did this happen in the very area of the very basement I spent three days cementing and dry locking last summer?

Say hello to my little friend!

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