Friday afternoon was our first warm day of the year. The kids wanted to pull out their wading pool. When I was distracted with the chickens, Kid #1 turned on the hose for the first time this season. An hour or two later, I came inside & wondered what the sound of rushing water was.
Yep. The pipe had frozen over the winter & burst when she turned on the faucet.
3 inches of water in the basement. Water poured down the walls. It dripped from the ceiling.
It soaked our boxes of books.
I spent the next hour hauling boxes out to the porch to triage the damage. About a dozen books went straight into the freezer in an attempt to save them. Another 20 or so got dried with a towel & then left to sit on the porch. 2 or 3 of those are pretty much unusable, but I think I rescued the others. They don’t necessarily look pretty, but you can still read them. I haven’t had the time to really look at the frozen ones yet.
I guess this is a good time to get around to building those bookshelves so that we no longer have to store hundreds of our beloved friends in boxes.