This past weekend New Street Bethlehem flooded. It was wild. Tricia (sister-in-law) had come up Saturday and we were planning to go to Musikfest. We all went out to dinner with Tim’s parents and we were a little surprised at how cloudy it was, since the rain wasn’t forecast to start until Sunday. After dinner Tricia and Bill (brother-in-law) came over, and we thought maybe the showers would pass. We waited… and waited…
The showers did not pass. The rain came down harder and harder and the streets started to fill up. I had never seen anything like it, the streets full of water. Then the streets overflowed and the sidewalks started filling up. At one point we were all standing on our little patio watching it rush by and we realized the water wasn’t done rising. It came up over the patio edge, which is another 3-4 inches above the sidewalk. From our front window we watched a couple of the smaller cars parked in the street start to move. They didn’t float away, but they were definitely starting to float a little.
And then I thought, huh, I wonder if our basement is alright? It doesn’t usually leak, so I figured it would just be damp. Oh no, the water was pouring in through the little window where our fuel oil pipe enters the house. We panicked! All we could do was watch as water rushed into our house. There was nothing we could do to stop it. I called my mom, because I assumed she would know what to do. She always knows what to do, and on the rare occasion that she doesn’t, my dad usually does. She suggested putting a bucket under the leak (we did, it filled in 10 seconds), and then kindly reminded us that we didn’t have flood insurance… I guess natural disaster crisis averting is not under the mom purview haha.
Fortunately, the water stopped flooding in and we only had a (fairly large) pool in the back of our basement where we don’t store anything (except spiders). Also fortunately, Timmy had had a couple evening cocktails, so rather than stressing out, he took the opportunity to “pop the shirt off” and do “man stuff”. The third fortunate thing was that my parents had given us a wet/dry vac a couple years ago for Christmas. Timmy stood out in the rain and vacuumed the water up from the basement, out into the garden. He was great!
Then after the Noah experience, a round of celebratory cocktails! Victory again at the Duckworth house!