So the remnants of Hurricane Ian have stalled off the coast, causing Nor’easter conditions. We’re expecting an afternoon storm surge five foot above sea level, which may be enough to flood the entire foundation of the house. I expect the backyard shed and front garage to flood, so I’ve got some work to do the next six hours.
D. has already picked up some sand and bags and is trying to protect his garage. He’s much further down the street that we are, so if he’s flooding we are definitely fucked. I think we stand a much better chance of moving our stuff around, his garage is packed full of stuff. I’m going to go help him load up his bags, then I’ll try to front run the flooding to keep any chemicals or tools from getting ruined.
Missus seems somewhat nonchalant about the situation, which is surprising as she’s usually the anxious one. Who knows, maybe it’ll all be for naught, but it does go to some higher-level anxiety that I’ve had since we bought this house. It’s going to flood at some point, the question is when. I’ve been a bit crazed lately over the global macroeconomic situation, mainly with interest rates in the US. Who knew that the baller thing to do in 2021 was lock in a two percent mortgage?
Part of me has long been anxious that we would never be able to sell this house. It already had minor flood damage before we bought it, and I just anticipate having a hard time trying to sell it after we’ve scored a direct hit from a real storm. That unease has been further exacerbated by the fact that the housing market has cooled down now that rates are at seven percent or whatever.
I’m going to try and clean up the garage and get a couple more things out of the shed. If the garage floods I will have a big mess to clean up, so I’m going to try and get things off the floor as much as possible.
I’m not concerned with personal health, we’re not in danger. We’ve got plenty of emergency supplies and non-perishable food. We’ll be fine. I just don’t want to have to spend days or weeks cleaning up the mess and throwing out ruined construction materials or whatever junk I’ve got laying around. And the last thing I want is to have to deal with FEMA flood insurance. That would be the real disaster.