Sunday evening on our return from the week's trip east for my niece's wedding (more about that later), we stopped in Cleveland for the night. M has been working on a special project there this month so on my way, I had swung by to pick him up and Sunday, was dropping him off. As we headed into the city, storm clouds were swirling furiously as the sun was setting and the sky turned this incredible yellow. Since he was driving, I was able to scramble and grab my camera to catch the view as conditions were changing rapidly.
Within moments, we were in the city and I looked out the passenger window to see the most glorious rainbow. We pulled over and I darted around an empty parking lot, dodging raindrops, impossibly trying to capture it in its entirety.
We pulled around the corner to our hotel and as M was taking suitcases out of the car, I ran out into the middle of the street (not very dangerous on a Sunday night in Cleveland!) to snap this view of the west end of Euclid Ave.
Twirling around to check out what was behind me, the east sky at Playhouse Square...a gorgeous pinky-periwinkle. I was damp, rain spotted and exhilarated by all of this which transpired in the course of several minutes. M was somewhat incredulous at my animation, as we had just come off a fun but exhausting week and a 7 hour drive. But that sky!
Monday morning I drove back to Chicago alone. In my truly wild trip prep early last week, I had left the house in a real shambles but looked forward to a quiet week, unpacking, straightening things up, uploading the wedding pictures to share with family. I was anxious to get back to my quiet routine, back to my sewing and a lazy summer. Molly & my nieces talked me into (maybe!) joining Facebook, and during my drive home, I anticipated spending some time playing around with that once I got everything back to some order.
I made a quick stop at the grocery store so I wouldn't have to go out again once I got home. Neighbors were out in the yards when I pulled in and while I emptied the car, the kids were telling me about a big storm last Wednesday, already evident by the large number of tree limbs dragged to streetside that I noticed as I drove into town. When I walked into the house, I heard it right away...the high pitched whining of our sump pump backup battery. And I headed downstairs to find my basement flooded. We had lost power for 29 hours and apparently, the backup system blew a fuse.
So! Long story short, in my 36 hours home, I have yet to unpack. M flew home early yesterday (and out again this morning) to help. We've emptied the basement and consulted with plumbers about a new pump/back-up. A water mitigation crew has pulled out our wet carpet and disinfected the entire area. Several giant fans and a dehumidifier as big as I am are running down there for the next five days. Photos have been taken and the insurance adjuster should be here in the next day. My first floor living space is filled with our salvageable items; our tree lawn is piled high with our losses. Stacks of damp files and books await my review, laid out on vinyl picnic table cloths.
That's what I'll be doing today. That and overseeing the landscapers. Uh-huh. They called in the middle of all the action yesterday to say they could start this morning, so there are 5 guys, lots of equipment and a small backhoe ripping out my backyard as I type. Oh well. As I told them on the phone, 'Sure, come on over. The more the merrier!'
Back to work....