Yesterday was a hectic day, hectic and stressful and then last evening, when I was watching a DVD movie, Summer came around the corner and said, “Grandma, you should see this.” She led me to the basement but did not turn into the main area, which by the way they had trashed; she led me into the other third of the basement – the bunker where we hide out. There, on the far wall, I saw a waterfall. The rug was soaked like a sponge.

It is apparently the drain pipe from the washer and that pipe is hidden behind another. The water pushed Pfaltzgraff serving bowls and lids off shelves; the big crock pot . . . kaboom.

Today, I will try and handle this . . . and then I may lie down in a fetal postion.