Last night we had a lovely thunderstorm with a brilliant lightning show I thought I’d settle down early and get a good night sleep. Sleep has been scarce around here as stray cats have found a spot under my bedroom window to hang out. One is currently in heat so she’s quite loud.
I sleep like a baby when it’s raining and last night was no different. An added plus was the cats must have sought shelter from the storm because I never heard them once last night.
Unfortunately, even while I sleep I have my ears trained to pick up any unusual sounds and shortly before 5 am I woke because the furnace sounded off. I got up and turned the thermostat off, opened the basement door to hear gurgling water but no matter how hard I strained to hear there were no sounds from the sump pump. Nice. It rained so hard the basement ended up with about ten inches of water flooding both the furnace and the dehumidifier.
I wasn’t about to let the flooding ruin my good mood so sent a text to my son asking him to send one of his guys over to clean out the water and find why the sump pump wasn’t working as it should be and went back to bed. No worries here. I figured there wasn’t any thing more I could do and it’s not like I was going to freeze without heat, chilled maybe but I’d live.
I don’t stress these types of repair calls because I have an arrangement with my son. With the house in his name I pay him slightly more than double the mortgage, insurance and tax bill monthly and he puts a bit extra on the bills and saves the rest for repairs. It works well because his contractors like to be paid by him and I don’t have to deal with keeping money in the house.
After a bit more sleep I climbed out of bed and got ready for my visit with the grandchildren. There is nothing like little ones to distract you further from big issues. By 4pm my favorite of my son’s contractors was here, dried out the furnace, reset the sump pump and by dinner I had heat again.