Ohhhhhh, how it could have been. At “Off White Trash Studios” we strive for to have at the very least ………. dry feet. Barefeet get cold fast in calf deep waters running stagantly through our frugal space conservative ways. I had water alarms, but really thought my medieval moat like trench would keep the rain from pooling under our studio. The rain came and the trench filled. You could hear water bubbling up from the floor drains and cracks in the concrete floor.The sump pump had no effect, other than the cool sounds and sights of water spurting out of the black rumpled hose. and seems to be in the dryest part of our space.
All our precious gear was raised to high ground and the numerous surge protectors unplugged. I thought about the last flood from hurricane floyd and how warm the waters were. Electrical current tends to do that, that and the tingly feeling as I was being fried wading to the outlets to unplug everything.

Perhaps we all need to be Modern Noahs. Make our homes floatable, when necessary. It might even be fun! Bungee attachments to keep us from relocating to a lawn obsessed neighbors yard, tables with raised edges, so we can eat, drink and be merry while we rise and rock? It’s a dream I know……

Instead the waters came, they cleansed… the room needed a good wash’n anyhow!