Hang Tough, Rhode Island
As Congressman Kennedy famously said, “WATER….”
I’ve been lucky enough to still be able to work during the day and save the sloshing and pumping for the evening hours. Our property abuts a little babbling brook that turned into a quick-flowing stream over the last few days and the water went 4-5 ft. higher than usual, closer to the house than ever before. Our almost-always wet basement (it’s an old house) is equipped with a sump pump and everything of import stored down there is in bins. Luckily, we haven’t had any standing water inside.
But the biggest cause of concern was with our back and side yards, which often serve as a catch-basin for rainwater rolling down the slight slope from road to brook. Our basement sump pump outputs to a dry-well that is submerged by the “new” pond in the side yard. Thus, I hooked up my old pool pump and commenced de-watering operations, which continue off and on as needed. We are holding our own and are thankful that we live along the banks of a little brook and not the Patuxet river.
Our state is going through a time right now. We’re aggravated by slow moving government–because it can never move fast enough–but that’s what happens when the real object of our anger and frustration–Mother nature–is a nebulous force that won’t listen to us anyway. There will be time to learn from and revisit the revelatory lessons of this disaster. Until then, hang tough.