Not Again

We’re gettin’ a new bigger wet vac for Christmas

Mommy and Daddy, Amy, Brooke, and Karlton are mad.

Rain/snow water flooding into the basement

Ain’t nuttin’ but BAD.

amy barely got the new foam pads laid

from the September flood; we prayed.

Rain all day Saturday on top of snow

Two sump pumps faulty

Wouldn’t you know?

Amy awoke at 3 in the morning

She tried to awaken me

“It’s time to start bailing!”

She tried to awaken me

“I can’t keep up

Water’s flowing too fast

Hurry! Hurry! I’m outclassed”

She tried to awaken me.

Seven hours we wet vacced and dumped

If only the sumps had pumped

Water spouting from everywhere.

Allow us to whine ‘cause it’s so unfair.

“Please may we borrow your big wet vac?”

We can’t keep up. Everything’s out of whack.

RaJean and Alan stayed for more than two hours

Frantically fighting before water devours.

Brooke & Karlton bought a new sump pump

The old ones go straight to the dump.

Except for the one kind Alan revived.

Without good neighbors we may not have survived.

(Years ago,

RaJean spent all day cleaning up beet juice, exacting no fee

When the pressure cooker exploded, burning me.)

We’re doing laundry, drying things out

We’re hungry and tired; ready for a drought.

The sad end of this Christmas song -

Come on sing along -

We’re getting a wet vac for Christmas

And two water alarms

‘cause flooding ain’t nuttin’ but bad.

And we’re mad.

Oh yes, DeRay is conveniently out of town

Leaving us alone to drown.

Three sump pumps later, 

DeRay and Brooke finally got a system 

that moves the water away from the house.

Pipe with holes to drain water. 

End of pipe where water drains on lawn. 

This is our view of the mountains

the day I took the pictures of the pipes.

Normal view.