DeKalb IL is right above the little “c” in Chicago on that map.
The river in town is already above flood stage, and we have a flood warning in effect until Sunday night. It’s raining to beat the band, as my grandma would say, and my landlord has turned off the sewer line because the storm drains are so full (because it’s been raining almost every day for two weeks) that water is backing up through the sewer lines. Charming.
This reminds me of a summer a few years ago when I lived at home. It rained and rained and rained and the water just had nowhere else to go. Naturally my Dad had installed a sump pump and that took care of the water coming up into the basement, until the pump broke at 9:30pm. My parents live a good 45 minutes from the nearest big hardware store, so replacing it wasn’t an option. Because everyone else in my family had something important to do the next morning (work, appointments, whatever), Nick and I (who were on summer break from college and had nothing to do) stayed up all night and bailed out the basement. It sucked a lot. But we saved the house from certain death, and then slept all day.
Do you have a flood story? Do tell in the comments. But if it involves recently seeing animals walking two by two past your door, I’m going to lose it.