A Matter of Water Part II OR Noah's Arc of the North

Did you know that almost every major religion in the world has a story or record of a major flood which wiped out the evil in the world?  It's true.  I learned about this in my World Religions class while I was working on my undergrad degree back in the pre-child era.  Well, did you know that us Wilsons now have record of a major flood?  Oh yeah!  Read on.....


Some of you who follow me on Facebook will know about this MISadventure that befell our family a few days ago, but I would not be a faithful Blogger if I did not dutifully record the Wilson Family version of The Flood.  My Mom the Scrapbooker follows a saying, "If it isn't in the scrapbook, it didn't happen!".  Well, I guess I am following the mantra "If it isn't in the Blog, it either didn't happen or I didn't want to put it in."  Just kidding.  Here is the Wilson Family version of the Great Flood......


Once upon a time Jen was at home cleaning up the kitchen after the troglodytes left to go back to school.  She had put the dishes in the dishwasher and was at the kitchen sink washing the pots and pans, which do not go in the dishwasher.  As she washed the pot that had contained the chicken noodle soup, she felt the floor begin to vibrate, which is the telltale sign that the water truck is backing up beside the house to begin its daily delivery.


(A Quick Note: For those of you who have been following the blog for a while now, you will remember the Labour Day weekend we spent without water because our water tank ran dry.  For those of you who haven't been following as long or who need a kick in the head to remember such a scarring occurrence in our family history, please refer to the Blog entitled 'A Matter of Water'.)


Ever since that fateful day when the Wilsons ran out of water and had to spend part of the Labour Day weekend without water, the sound of the water delivery truck backing onto the property and the subsequent sound of rushing water into the tank had been music to her ears.  On the weekends when other members of the Wilsons are home, everybody went running to Jen to ensure she enjoyed the sound of the daily water delivery.  Indeed, a rotten day could be brightened by the sound of that water truck!

On the day in question, Jen was happily employed in the kitchen listening to the water gushing into the water tank, when, all of a sudden, there was a loud and startling, "BOOM!".  Jen jumped and before she could even react by finding where the noise had come from her socks were soaked with water!  She looked down and saw a flood of water coming from underneath the kitchen counter and pooling on the floor.  She ran around to the living room because she could still hear the sound of rushing water, and saw from across the living room that the door to the laundry room, which houses the heat pump, hot water heater and enormous water tank, had waves of water streaming out from underneath the door onto the living room floor!  The water truck had overfilled the water tank to the point where even the overflow unit which was supposed to protect the house from disasters such as this, was overflowing!  The ungodly noise Jen had heard before the water started to fill the living room was the lid of the water tank blowing off!

Jen freaked out!!  She tried to wave through the water to get to the front porch to yell at the delivery guys to stop, but the truck had packed up and was leaving before she could get outside.  What to do?  The only possible thing she could think to do was to get out the mop and the bucket used for the biweekly floor cleaning, but realized quickly it was a losing battle.  After a few phone calls to the landlord, who was not in Tuk at the time, and to the Hamlet of Tuk Offices, Jen realized she had to get Greg home.  She called the school and spoke to the school secretary, Audrey, who is the Authority of All Things Tuk.  She would know what to do.  Audrey sprung into action and called her husband, who promptly delivered a wet vac, and she sent Greg home on a 'Household Emergency' day.

Greg arrived home just as the wet vac was arriving, and between Jen and Greg, the half inch of standing water that was filling the living room and kitchen was sucked and/or dried up within a few hours.  Whew!  It was at this point that Jen updated her Facebook status stating that Greg, her Knight in Shining Armour, rescued his damp Damsel in Distress from her damp castle.

The story goes on from there.

A little while later, Greg noticed that the floors were still pretty cold, which was chalked up to the fact that some pretty cold water had pooled on it for a while so of course they would be cold.  Then the air started get colder, so the thermostat was turned up, only there was no heat.  Oh oh.  According to Jen's brother, who happened to call at the time, the Wilson family's rental home operated on radiant heat, which explains the baseboard heaters lining the walls and the sound of the trickling water running through them.  The heat pump in the laundry room, was not a furnace, but a heat pump which warms the water and pumps it through the pipes which run along the baseboard.  Or at least this is what Jen understood from Darren.

It began to get pretty darn cold.  After an emergency texting session with Audrey, a name was procured and said gentleman called to come look at the heat pump.  Sure enough, it had met with disaster during the flood, and was luckily a quick enough fix.  At this point, the gentleman, who also works for the Wilson Family's landlord, began to notice the laminate hardwood floors buckling.  The Wilsons were dry and warm, but sitting on a pile of water it seemed.

Upon his return, the Landlord paid the Wilson Family a visit to inspect their (well, his) floor, and to view the buckling, which was even more prominent and showing in several areas.  It would appear that the Wilsons will be living in a construction zone because the entire living room floor has to come up, the soaked padding has to be removed, and the floor underneath has to be examined for damage.  Yippeee!!

Today Jen was in the kitchen cleaning up after the troglodytes, who had just left for school again, when the floor began to vibrate.  Rather than smile and welcome the sound of the water delivery, Jen tensed, and a nervous knot formed in the pit of her stomach.  Gone are the days of a happy water sound.  From now on there will be nerves involved in the daily water delivery.

Here ends the story of the Wilson Family Flood. Thanks be to God....(and all involved who helped to get us dry and warm!).