Hurricanes Irene and Lee have created horrible flooding, damage, displacement and loss of life. Lives are forever changed by their fury.
North Baltimore, except for power outages and substantial property damage from falling trees, has been fortunate. At our house, a surprise leak in the flat kitchen roof occurred during Irene. It was just a steady drip, drip, drip for a few days. By last Friday when someone came to take a look, he said that the corner of the ceiling was about to fall. Falling plaster is heavy and can do a lot of harm.
My husband and I moved everything out of the kitchen and covered up the sink, as well as the door and window sensors to the security system. Those sensors are touchy and don’t like plaster dust. We called the responsive contractor who does the substantial work around here. He sent a carpenter to secure the ceiling.
Now we have boards of poplar and cherry shoring up the kitchen ceiling. It’s not a pretty sight, but no one has been hit on the head by plaster this week.
Our front yard is also not a pretty sight. My husband cannot stand to see any water in the basement. The tilt of our front yard needs changing so that water runs away from the foundation. Ever since the water line was replaced, heavy rains bring water in, around that pipe, to a room in the basement.
In the aftermath of Lee, my husband built ramps from fiberglass panels to divert the water. They are not pretty sights either, but we’ve had only a little water in the basement, nothing in comparison to what others have endured.