This summer has been fraught with challenges.
It started with the book deadline. Looming large in June. A July 1 submission date. So I postponed summer until July 2. Disregarded the calendar and the weather. Fully intending to emerge fresh and ready and victorious on July 2. Ready to visit our city’s sites. Homegrown tourists. Or to pack up a cooler and hit the beaches. Picking a different one each day. Mixing it up. Finding new favorites …
… while browning our pale white waxy winter skin.
Yes, that’s how it was supposed to go. The plan was set.
And then the first storm hit on June 30. And epic storm. Or, as some a local news station dubbed it, ‘wicked weather.’
So as I was frantically trying to finish my book submission, our basement was filling with water. But not just any water. Sewage water. Pouring out through a never used basement bathroom.
Or more like cry.
Those fabulous day trips to see the city’s sites and Lake Michigan’s beaches was put on hold. For a second time. As the clean up began.
It was a big one. Starting with clearing out the many tubs and containers and things I’ve been stashing down in the basement for years. All in the name of a yard sale I kept postponing year after year.
They currently live in our garage. Forcing me to park my car on the street.
And then we brought in the big guns. To muck the yuck. And rip up the carpet. And rip out the drywall and insulation.
Checks were written. And plans were put in place to finally host that yard sale. And to finally get that basement organized.
And I thought the worst was behind us.
Before any yard sales could be hosted or basements organized the unthinkable happened. A second storm. And in less than two weeks time, we watched in helpless horror again as our basement filled with city sewage.
The basement was cleaned up again this week. And that never used basement bathroom ripped out and capped off. A call to the city from me and my neighbors (we weren’t the only ones playing host to Chicago sewage in our basement) uncovered a city sewer problem. A crumbling infrastructure literally crumbled and clogged the sewage pipes on both ends of our block. The water had nowhere to go, so it found its way into the older foundations on the street.
Needless to say my diy budget took a pretty big hit. Along with my diy motivation …
Let’s hope that my many years-in-the-making garage sale next weekend is a big hit!