Rain Threatens To Wash Ada Off Map

Driving home from a weekend in Akron (What. Isn't that where you go?), I noticed lots of standing water in the fields along Route 235.  Arriving home, I noticed even more standing water.  In my basement.

Our basement floor makes a squishing sound when we step on it.  Is that bad?

Our basement floor makes a squishing sound when we step on it.  Is that bad?

It has been raining here.  A lot.  It's raining now.  We've been getting big downpours, the kind that has you running around from room to room, closing windows and rushing to pull in American flags and laundry and bewildered dogs who thought they were getting their ten minutes of scratch n' sniff time around the azaleas.

Somewhere along Township Rd 65.

Somewhere along Township Rd 65.

On my morning bike ride, I saw township roads ribboned with water.  Sunday night, at Ohio Northern University for the free performance of the drum and bugle corps The Cadets, my husband and I nearly had to swim to get to the Dial-Roberson Stadium.  It should have been re-christianed Dial-Roberson Castle.  It was surrounded by a moat.

No, it's not the Everglades.  It's the woods near the "green monster" recreational path at ONU.

No, it's not the Everglades.  It's the woods near the "green monster" recreational path at ONU.

The poor Cadets blazed through their routine in about 15 minutes, finishing up about five minutes before the dark clouds overhead opened up.  We were safe in our car by then, though it didn't feel safe when we had to drive through about three feet of water along West Lima Avenue.

The roads and the fields will eventually dry up but our basement is another matter.  Every heavy rain swells the concrete floor a bit more, sending more cracks skittering across the room.  The air feels like a wet wool blanket, despite two humidifiers going full-on all day.  Ballpark estimate to create a little stone-filled moat of our own around the perimeter of the house, to draw the water away: $18,000.

My husband is very sensitive to wet basements.  Their dank moistness drives him nuts.  He's got a thing about them, due to his boyhood task of having to clean up after the family's poodle, who was left in the basement during the day when everyone was at work and school.  The poodle poo remediation was such that it required threading the garden hose down the basement stairs and spraying down the cement floor.  

I don't mind a little damp in my subterranean rooms.  I expect it.  But three days of standing water does not a little dampness make.  This is "crank-the-A/C-up-and-make-a-skating-rink" wetness.  This is a "invest-in-creepy-water-sport shoes" moment.  

Rain is in the forecast for most of this week and weekend.  It's time for Adaites to collectively get all Brooklyn on Mother Nature, tell her to stop with the rain already.  Go bother California.