2/22-24 Winter Weather Thread
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Yep, I’m at 1:34
As long as the pump and backup battery system keep working, I should be good. Praise be to beer! I’m gonna go watch some TV, drink heavily, and check on the pumps in 15 minutes or so
11:05 update: Jack, the dog, is very confused and concerned about why I’m sitting on the ground next to a leaking hole. Beer is still plentiful. Cell phone battery is marginal. We are at 1:50. Praise be to alcohol
White out conditions here in Ames. Can't imagine what they are like in the country. Wet heavy snow and the winds have picked up. Roads are horrible.
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They've closed the interstate at mile marker 182 (Clear Lake area) headed to MN
Is there a better way of doing this other than getting on the roof and shoveling it? I'm pretty sure I'll break my neck if I try that
A roof rake. They can come with extensions that can reach out 20-30ft. May be hard to find locally right now though, everything's pretty bought out.
Stardate 11:36: Water is a cruel mistress. The flow has increased and sub pump run time is down to 1:30 from 1:50. I fear greatly for the basement’s safety. Jack, the dog, and Moose, the cat, are locked in intergalactic battle over control of the stairs. Beatnik Sour is fresh. Cell phone battery is dying. Praise be to Exile
... and so I started to walk into the water. I won’t lie to you boys... I was terrified. But I pressed on! And as I made my way past the breakers, a strange calm came over me. I don’t know if it was devine intervention or the kinship of all living things, but I tell you CF at that moment, I was a marine biologist/sub pump engineer.
The sea was angry that day, my friends - like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli. I got about fifty feet out and suddenly, the great beast appeared before me. I tell you it was ten stories high if it was a foot. As if sensing my presence, it let out a great bellow. I said, "Easy, big fella!" And then, as I watched it struggling, I realized that something was obstructing its pumping. From where I was standing, I could see directly into the eye of the great F̶i̶s̶h̶ pump.
Well then, from out of nowhere, a huge tidal wave lifted me, tossed me like a cork, and I found myself right on top of it - face to face with the great sub pump. I could barely see from the waves crashing down upon me, but I knew something was there. So I reached my hand in... felt around ...and pulled out the obstruction.
It was not a Titleist.
The sea was angry that day, my friends - like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli. I got about fifty feet out and suddenly, the great beast appeared before me. I tell you it was ten stories high if it was a foot. As if sensing my presence, it let out a great bellow. I said, "Easy, big fella!" And then, as I watched it struggling, I realized that something was obstructing its pumping. From where I was standing, I could see directly into the eye of the great F̶i̶s̶h̶ pump.
Well then, from out of nowhere, a huge tidal wave lifted me, tossed me like a cork, and I found myself right on top of it - face to face with the great sub pump. I could barely see from the waves crashing down upon me, but I knew something was there. So I reached my hand in... felt around ...and pulled out the obstruction.
It was not a Titleist.
