We have been through a hurricane (sort of) and a tropical storm (a little bit) in the past month. We have had more rain than you can shake a stick at. Apparently it's a very large rain stick we're shaking. Through all of this, our basement has come through with flying colors. I know, because I've been down there. My sewing area is in the basement, as is my laundry area. I have been prepping for fall craft shows, so I have logged a lot of subterranean hours. But last night, as the heavens opened yet again, our basement decided to leak in no less than 5 places. Little streams crisscrossed all over the floor. We moved everything of value to higher ground, which took less than 3 minutes as the last 2 floods have cleared out most everything down there.
Last night I felt despondent, but today has dawned with a new sense of purpose: I must find a place to sew. But where? I don't want to take over my dining room, and the bedroom is out of the question. Maybe there is space for me in the attic? Or maybe it won't take long to fix the leaks. Who knows. What is apparent is that I haven't learned my water lesson yet. Hopefully I can learn it this time.