Feh. Just... feh.
Not even noon, and I think I've cursed at just about every item in this house today - about a metric shit-tonne of water has, through one opening or another, infiltrated this hell-hole over the last two (or so) days of rain... mold/mildew may be what's been making me sneeze, especially since I woke up (or rather, GOT up... the fucking weather radio was going off every time one of us went to sleep). I've had a go at blotting up water from the carpet in the pantry (doesn't help that I slopped water from the rain-catch buckets while trying to get them emptied), resulting in a load of towels going in the washer (half of 'em were already catching in the kitchen).
The basement is flooded. Not "get the cat's scuba gear, Maw" flooded, just an inch or so (as of about twenty minutes ago) on the floor, with the sump pump running rather often. Doesn't help that we still have yet to fix the pipe that should direct the pump output to the street - it just kinda spurts out in the middle of the driveway (and, I'm sure, straight back into the basement), which doesn't do us much good. Unless, of course, one defines "good" as "Cool, a great big hole in the driveway!"
Anyway, flooded basement means that our options are limited, AFA shelter from the inevitable tornado warning. We've done the bathroom before, but there's the little problem of glass shower doors. Specifically, "under the right circumstances, these doors WILL shatter, sending sharp pointy bits flying" glass shower doors. Considering the heavy shit that was coming through last night, not the best move. So, we wound up huddled in the closet, waiting for the warning to expire. I really need to do something with the shoes... rack 'em, stack 'em, whatever, and I'm not even sure how we have so many shoes anyway. Husband's keeping an eye on the radar, via laptop, I've got the cat (and I really don't want to think about how much "fun" would have been involved keeping TWO antsy cats confined). She finally quit patrolling and settled down on my lap, at least.
Poor girl's running out of steam... mostly sits on the bed and sleeps (even compared to the sleeping habits of a normal cat), doesn't play like she used to. :( The only/main positive side to her lack of energy is that there's probably little chance that she'd go to the effort of finding a secret place to die (she's had some super-secret hiding places in this house, and I don't think I found them all... I don't like the idea of eventually having to follow my nose - and the flies - to track her down). In the meantime, she free-feeds on the expensive vet food and gets the stinky canned food as an occasional special treat (since Skinny Girl needs the calories). The drinking from the sink... well... she's a special cat.
The basement is flooded. Not "get the cat's scuba gear, Maw" flooded, just an inch or so (as of about twenty minutes ago) on the floor, with the sump pump running rather often. Doesn't help that we still have yet to fix the pipe that should direct the pump output to the street - it just kinda spurts out in the middle of the driveway (and, I'm sure, straight back into the basement), which doesn't do us much good. Unless, of course, one defines "good" as "Cool, a great big hole in the driveway!"
Anyway, flooded basement means that our options are limited, AFA shelter from the inevitable tornado warning. We've done the bathroom before, but there's the little problem of glass shower doors. Specifically, "under the right circumstances, these doors WILL shatter, sending sharp pointy bits flying" glass shower doors. Considering the heavy shit that was coming through last night, not the best move. So, we wound up huddled in the closet, waiting for the warning to expire. I really need to do something with the shoes... rack 'em, stack 'em, whatever, and I'm not even sure how we have so many shoes anyway. Husband's keeping an eye on the radar, via laptop, I've got the cat (and I really don't want to think about how much "fun" would have been involved keeping TWO antsy cats confined). She finally quit patrolling and settled down on my lap, at least.
Poor girl's running out of steam... mostly sits on the bed and sleeps (even compared to the sleeping habits of a normal cat), doesn't play like she used to. :( The only/main positive side to her lack of energy is that there's probably little chance that she'd go to the effort of finding a secret place to die (she's had some super-secret hiding places in this house, and I don't think I found them all... I don't like the idea of eventually having to follow my nose - and the flies - to track her down). In the meantime, she free-feeds on the expensive vet food and gets the stinky canned food as an occasional special treat (since Skinny Girl needs the calories). The drinking from the sink... well... she's a special cat.