It feels like we’ve had 1,000 inches of rain. In actuality we’re within our seasonal norms (I checked) so my complaints are more laser focused on the month of January and its predicatability. Predicable much in the same way of a jack-in-the-box. The music is certain and you know what’s going to happen and still that demonic puppet POPS up and you want to rip it to shreads. Weasel indeed!
We’d had a shortened winter break because of our teacher strike. Shortened by approximately 5 days, so in January we had 4 snow days due to inclement weather. POP!
It was after Dr. King’s birthday, Monday the 15th and the Friday before that we were released from school early since the storm was coming in and could dump snow, ice, cats and dogs during the bus ride home. Out early, sure, no problem.
The weather system was of course delayed from Hawaii or something so it didn’t arrive when is was supposed to but whatever, weather is like that. It arrived Saturday and it wasn’t all that bad. A dusting as we say around here. Nothing too significant. Pretty but would likely be gone in a few hours. The wind up. Hear the sing-songy tune? Keep winding and one more turn, nothing yet, still nothing… POP!
Oh boy, oh boy! It came down.
I could hear the little diamond drops hitting the picture window in the living room and I knew it was icy but it left behind more snow than ice at first. The ice was on its way.
Again, this doesn’t seem like much, but in my neck of the world this represents a late start which could become a snow day, depending on whether is persists. Buses aren’t going to be able to pick up kids safely. Let’s not be judgmental here because I even though I grew up in the midwest and this is nothing by comparison, it’s treacherous here because we’re neither prepared for it nor do most people know how to drive in it and there are lots of steep hills. My school district goes from elevations of 300 to 1,000 feet.
Saturday was the day it snowed and snowed and snowed more
Sunday was quiet and this snow was “Canadian snow” or so I’ve heard from a friend who lived in Alberta. It was wonderful easy-to-walk-in-without-being-slushy snow. However, Mother Nature was not finished with us. Next temps plunged into the teens and ice cometh.
With temps in the teens, our pipes at school froze and at some point on Sunday one broke, “at an elbow”. There were two spots and one specific pipe broke in the library. Yeah, I’m a bonafide school librarian so my principal called me Sunday night and in a voice that sounded like doom on the doorstep and gave me the news that there was around 2 inches of water on the floor because the pipe burst in the corner and the ceiling tiles came down over a whole section of books.
Speechless and stunned in an avalanche of feelings I’m not sure what I muttered back in response. It’s not bad, y’know. You’re alive and you have heat and water and really in the grand scheme it’s not that bad. I wanted to be consoling but I was seeing the area in my mind and I couldn’t quite visualize the extent of the damage described.
The week rolled out like a bunch of glass in the bike lane. Shards everywhere you couldn’t really see, but you can feel your tires being punctured. Monday Closed for MLK Day.
Tuesday-Closed
Wednesday-Closed
Thursday-Closed
Friday-Closed
I couldn’t get to school. I could only wait, wonder and worry. Despite the futility in that process, I still did it. Updates from my principal who was very suppotive and thoughful. I learned about something called the Extraction Team! There was a team from a company known for restoration work called Paul Davis who were at the school throughout the week that was. They took some 4000 gallons of water out of the school. Around 400 in the library. Two science classes were damaged and their classes had to move into portables.
In the library a whole section of books was wiped out. Ironically, the 500s, which are Natural Sciences. Of the 280 books in the section about 50 survived. There are several still checked out, so that saved them.
POP goes the weasel, again.
There’s no rain gear for this sort of thing. As a cyclist, I’m accustomed to lots of weather systems and situations. How many times have I been waiting for a traffic light to change and noted that the rain was coming in sideways or that the wind was blowing hard enough to knock me down. I get it weather. I’m in and of all the weather. I’m never trying to outsmart it, I’m trying to stay out of its way and do my thing. I try to dress for the weather and I do conisder alternatives if I could be in danger. What about if you can’t protect against Mother Nature? There’s no Showers Pass rain gear for this sort of thing. Only insurance. Like this situation at school is really impressive. The damage to classrooms, collections and the building is something I’ve been fortunate in my career to avoid.
Until now.
People have said “that’s why you have insurance” so much that I hear it as a mantra. But the fact is I will believe it when I see it. Will that section of books come back better than it was? I don’t know. Lately all I’ve heard are insurance horror stories, so I’m dubious.
POP!
What happened after all that? Monday came and we all went back to school. No one has much experience with this and educators are planners. We don’t do well with not knowing what’s next. Plus, the library is still absorbing (pun intended) the impact of the pipe break. I’m going through each book one by one to determine what, if anything can be salvaged. I’m throwing away more that you can imagine. A little part of my soul pouts in the corner over the losses. There were two other big areas that were impacted. The studio space where we do the news and the head end room/storage area which also was hit hard.
The incessant sound of the fans and dehumidifiers are annoying but necessary to extracting the water from the area and the air.
It has been a January for the books. Funny, not funny. POP!
Yes, it could have been worse.
Yes, it will be okay.
Yes, no one was hurt, just stuff which can be replaced.
In library school we have whole classes devoted to “collection development” because it’s rare to be able to have everything up-to-date and in perfect condition so you develop and grow areas over time. I lose a section and that also means lost time and content.
Still. Like that moment when the weasel POPS up out of the box you’re surprised and it scares you a little. I’m drawn in and ready to start building another colleciton, post flood.
There’s a series of books called I Survived by Lauren Tarshis and each explores a time in history and characters that survived a certain event, like the sinking of the Titanic or Hurricane Katrina. The first book someone brought in to me was unscathed and found in the hallway was the one I’m holding. I took that as a sign, that we will survive this setback.
I was hoping my first post of 2024 would be a recap or goals or plans for biking this year or the best gear of the year or I don’t know anything else but a flood. POP!
I’m grateful. This will be in the rear view soon enough. It did provide enough content for a blog post and it will be okay.
Thanks for reading and checking out the photos. I’ll post an update a few months down the road when hopefully insurance has come through and I can share pretty pictures of spring in the libary.
No people and no bikes were harmed. I am hoping to settle into a routine soon. That would be a lovely surprise.
One more thing. Did you know that often the song Pop Goes The Weasel the puppet BOINGS on the word, “POP” so there’s some predicability.
Get out there and ride. I’m going to try that today to lift my mood.
-Bike Goddess