My Ex
I've been rather harsh about my ex, but he did have his good side, and he knew how much "Hooverland" means to me.
2 years ago August, my friend Tom is in from North Canton and we spend the weekend junking and such. Sunday morning we got up late and headed 20 miles away to a flea market, leaving Jason and Jack at home. When we left the house it was bright and sunny.
We weren't at the flea market 20 minutes when my cell phone was ringing, it was Jason frantic "PlEASE come home...the basement is gonna flood"
He quickly explained that it was pouring rain, and the stairwell out back was filling up with water, and starting to come in through the sliding glass doors. I told him we were leaving right away and to start moving vacuums away from the foors.
Because of the storm traffic was horrible, it took almost an hour to get home. While there was not so much as a cloud in the sky at the flea market, 20 miles north at home was quite different.
Some streets in my neighborhood had 6 inchers of water on them.
We got home to find Jason and Jack shivering on the front porch. The street in front of the house was under water.
Inside the house there were vacuums all over the living room, the entire center section of the family room had been emptied.
When I walked down the stairs, my heart sank... there was my Hooverland with 1/2 an inch of water on the floor, from Sliding doors all the way to the steps going up. Jason had thankfully moved all the vacuums that sat on the carpeting before the water came in.
It was well over a month before things were back to "normal" I was always very proud of Jason for moving as fast as he did to protect my cleaners. In 15 months, it was the most selfless thing he did.
He supported my Hoover habit 100%..
