Yes indeedy. While we were in the city, the groundwater apparently thawed. A pump quit working. And when we got home, the basement carpet was soaking wet.

Fart-a.

After we hauled up everything we could find a place for, and Scott used the shop vac to suck up water till 3 a.m., and rolled up the wet carpet and tore up the soaked underlay ... well, what can I say. I went to sleep sometime after midnight, having left my shoes beside the bed so my feet wouldn't land in cold wet carpet in the morning. It's pretty ugly.

Gorgeous spring day outside though. We went to a funeral this afternoon for Tyrone, a guy Scott went to school with. When the family first walked to the front of the chapel and the usual lump came into my throat, I thought "Maybe I should wait a while longer before attending funerals; since Mom's passing, I find them more painful." Before long we were all smiling and laughing at stories about Tyrone and I was thinking Lord, if only all funerals could be like this, they'd be so uplifting.

Apparently Tyrone used to take his mother to funerals but wait outside. He'd have enjoyed this one.

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