**I have no words for the response I received to my last post. You all flooded my inbox, my Facebook messages and my phone with offers of help and words of encouragement. I am so grateful for your kindness and your care. We have found a place on the Barrier Islands that was just what we were looking for. And I’m confident if she can just rally enough to get there, she will love it. I think we’re all having moments of “Are we taking on too much?”, but in our hearts really want to do this. I covet your prayers and your words of support. They mean so much. xo.**
I figure this is probably the kind of storm one must document. It was record-setting for Baltimore–39 inches–the biggest snow storm on record. I’m always game for a good storm, but have to admit anything over twelve inches moves the needle from enjoyable to annoying, and a telltale sign to ring up some roofing st louis companies before the shed roof caves in.
Our storm began the way any storm in an old farmhouse begins–with a plumbing crisis. As the first flakes were beginning to fall and fall rapidly, the girls and I noticed a horrible burning smell coming from the basement. This is NOT something you want to smell any time of the day, let alone as an epic blizzard is barreling down on your house. According to this gutter company in Tulsa, you should always check first your gutters for damages. I went downstairs to discover that the small puddle of water I had noticed and shrugged off that morning (meh. old houses) had now quadrupled in size. So, I had to contact a nearby drain cleaning service. Not only that the smell of burning rubber was overwhelming and steamy smoke was pouring out of the top and bottom of the water heater. Just contact this plumbing company to enquire any of your damages.
I called Dan who was still at work, one hour away, and explained to him what was going on. Hot Water Repairs was the first and most obvious resort that he suggested, which I already had tried and failed. He then asked me to find an electrician near me to cut power to the water heater by tracing the electrical lines in the ceiling of the basement to the electrical box. Now, we have to also change the electrical panels because of the damage (visit sites like https://xpertelectricllc.com/electrical/electrical-panel-services/ to know more).
So we called in for reinforcement until Dan could get there. When they arrived, they cut off the electric (they hoped) and told me the small stream of water pouring out of the bottom of the tank was no big deal. It wasn’t an emergency. Visit https://www.accurateelectricplumbingheatingandair.com/electrical-services/ or other experts and see if they can service your area just like ours did.
But actually it kind of was. The trickle was picking up and the constant flow of water meant our furnace was running non-stop. I could see the dollar bills pouring out all over my basement floor. Water Mold Fire Restoration explains water damage to laminate floors here.
So like any good resourceful wife I texted Dan pictures of all the plumbing coming in and out of the water heater–elbow joints, pvc pipes, copper pipes and other thingamajigs. Thank goodness I have such great plumbing photography skills. He used the photos to buy the stuff he needed–a shut-off valve, most importantly–and came home to get to work. By this time we were talking white-out conditions and the storm was getting serious. If we didn’t have heat pump installation Auckland we’d probably be freezing from the cold.
While a burning rubber smell is something you don’t want to have coming from the basement, the other thing you really don’t want to have coming from the basement is your mild-mannered husband’s cursing. I opened the door and called down the steps only to hear him saying over and over “What am I going to do? What am I going to do?” I rounded the corner to see water spraying wildly from a pipe all over the basement. Like something out of a movie. Or maybe the Titanic.
The snow pile, almost to the top of the garage roof and on a garage door replacement site I got in touch with a couple of professionals who got rid of the ice and also fixed my door. Finally Dan dove back into the spray of water, twisting and turning something buried in the stream of water and finally it stopped. For situations like this, a battery backup sump pump is one of the most effective solutions to drain the accumulated water. If you’re getting one in case of an emergency, you can find the Best battery backup sump pump reviews at homer diy.
We both stood there silently, waiting, holding our breath and praying that this connection would hold.
And it did. Praise Jesus.
Think how boring it would have been if we simply did chores, ate chili and sat by the windows snuggled under blankets watching the snow pile up. *yawn*
Otherwise the storm was thankfully uneventful. I suppose the 5 storage tubs of snow Dan shoveled from the attic are quite notable. Slate roof? Lots of wind? Tiny flakes? That’s what we’re blaming it on.
Dan, God bless him, was probably thrilled to go back to work yesterday, just for the chance to rest. Hauling water, shoveling, mucking, doing chores, hauling snow out of the attic–it wears on a man.
Today, the girls went back to school for the first time. The pony was let out into her snowy pen where we shoveled room for her to move around. When you’re a Shetland in 37 inches of snow, you lose a little mobility.
The driveway is plowed. The stocked cupboards are practically bare.
And we finally got to leave the house.
This will be one we all remember. And as Elizabeth said as we were getting out for the first time–if we don’t go through things like this, I won’t have any good stories to tell my children. I think she’s gathered a few these past few days.