My couch floats……….

Although it was only about 4 in the morning,  something woke me up.  Maybe it was the tongues of my two dogs, both trying to climb into my bed, both shaking apart. Or, as I quickly figured out, maybe it was the storm itself.  It only took a second to realize what was happening since lightning brought my bedroom into full view and I hadn’t flipped the switch yet.

I got up, threw  a robe on over my man-sized t-shirt and headed out to the living room.  Now, I’d spent the last two days on my hands and knees using our beloved “acido” to wash the floors.  I’m not a big fan of the discoloration the tiles get in the cracks down here in “the tropics.”   But, as clean as they were, I still couldn’t understand why the tiles were reflecting the windows so well.  And, my couch seemed to be moving; something was definitely not right.  So, I turned on the lights.  That was when I saw the water and there was a lot.

You see, I live on the island of Cozumel, Mexico, and we have the appropriate weather that comes with our little bit of paradise.  Usually it is quite lovely, but we do have our moments  and this was one of them.  What I call home happens to be a cute, but small apartment located on a second floor in the Corpus Christi neighborhood of San Miguel.  It only has two  rooms, but with a galley kitchen, a bath, and it all comes with a huge cement deck. The deck was definitely the reason I took the place.  I’ve been busily filling it with plants,  furniture, and whatnots and, soon, there will be a mural painted on one of the walls, it’s going to be perfect.    But, at about 4 this morning, perfection was far from my mind.  In fact,  I wasn’t too sure of anything other than the fact that my floor was getting washed, again.

My place is quite inexpensive, which is a good thing since I live on a teacher’s pension.  But, that old saying that you “get what you pay for” applies.  My kitchen sink leaks a little, as does my toilet and, apparently, my roof, walls, and windows too.  Ironically, what doesn’t “leak” are the storm drains on my roof deck.  Due to the screening that my landlord put over the holes, all it takes is a single leaf laying against the grate and all the water backs up.  On more than one occasion I’ve stood in the pouring rain clearing off the leaves and all of the other bits of stuff that can accumulate on a deck so the drains can do their job.  I also worry about my landlord’s home downstairs since all the water is probably not just laying quietly on my deck.  Since so much leaks from my roof into my apartment, I can assume that much would leak into his if I didn’t keep the grates clean.  So, I try to keep ahead of the flood.

But, this time it must have been raining for quite a spell before my dogs got me up.  The water was coming in from all angles, the roof, windows, walls, and underneath my doors due to the disabled storm drains.  Oh, and let me mention that, once I came back inside from clearing them off, I noticed that my couch was now in the middle of the room.  I felt relief knowing that, in case of a true flood, my little couch was still big enough to hold both me and my dogs.  Sort of a Noah’s ark, but with pillows.

Out came my collection of flood materials.  My mop, broom, and all the towels I could collect. I started to “sweep” the water out the doors (I have another smaller deck out back) and then laid down towels to try to stop the small amount that was still coming in.  I also put a couple of ice cube trays underneath my flat bottomed couch to help it to stay in one place and dry.  Meanwhile my dogs were smart enough to stay on the elevated section where my kitchen and bedroom were.  They just stood there and watched.  Actually, my Metta gave up altogether and went back to her dry bed in the bedroom.  I have smart dogs.

Now that the storm has passed, here I sit writing down the experience.  I do try to talk about all the good stuff, and there is a lot, but it hit me that a good dose of reality is sometimes necessary as well.  Still, I have a hot cup of coffee, a dry bedroom and bed, and two happy dogs now that the lightning has stopped.  My floors are cleaner than they’ve ever been, and my deck is too.  So, all in all, it’s still paradise, just with a lot of damp towels and well placed fans.  Salud!

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Cheryl
    Oct 03, 2012 @ 08:08:30

    Oh how awful for you – in the middle of the night! Hopefully you can find a solution. Thank goodness for tile floors! Love the pictures of your precious dogs!

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  2. mexcelia
    Oct 03, 2012 @ 08:47:33

    I don’t think I’m the only one that got wet……….it was quite a storm we had here. And, yea, the dogs are kinda sweet:) thanks

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  3. Henrietta Clarke
    Oct 03, 2012 @ 17:55:05

    Hi, last year when tropical storm Rina hit we had a similar experience! an inch of water throughout the house! Well, we certainly got our exercise that night and half of the next day squeegeeing all that water out into the yard. We also had used all the beach towels, blankets and furniture blankets to try to keep the water out, so be a bit of a neatnik, I decided to get all those nasty wet, dirty towels washed. Unfortuately, I did not think the situation through carefully! The yard was still under several inches of water so when the washing machine started to drain there was no place for the water to go, so out onto the floor it came! Another couple of hours of sqeegeeing and all was dry again. The next day all the water had receded and the drains were dry so I continued washing the towels. Worked out great! It was nice and sunny out by then so I decided to get the rest of the laundry done as well. Second load went swimmingly, however the third load was the straw that broke the camels back! Drains were full up again and out the water came, all over the floors! I saw the look on my husbands face and thought I had better hit the road! Another two hours of squeegeeing! I swear, it was quite a while before I went near that washer again!
    Henri’

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  4. becky
    Oct 06, 2012 @ 03:24:36

    hi there, I have your butterfingers, but I can’t remember my password to get into my e mail from here, that is where I kept your phone # and address, You can call me
    at Alicia’s B & B 872 5478 or my cell is 757-620-6033. Alicia thinks she knows where your apt is. Call me. We can stop by. Becky

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