this bad. Or more accurately, this was the aftermath.
About the only thing that we didn't have to take down was the ceiling, but at that point it seemed ridiculous to renovate the basement office and leave the funky, old, ill-lit, mouse-infested ceiling in. So it went too.
As did the dark, old, `60s-era wall paneling, pleasing Peggy to no end. We found that the walls had been incorrectly studded and most of the paneling wasn't anchored to anything. Hence the reason behind the walls bulging out from the pressure of the water behind them.
As did all the insulation , which was still soaked six inches up after three weeks. We were going to cut the wet insulation out, saving what we could, but the insulation was so inefficient compared to modern standards that we had it all pulled.
The rug, an indoor/outdoor, has been pulled, but is salvageable. The pad wasn't. We probably won't replace the pad - "once is accident, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action."
I lost about 30 years of books, happily not all of them. Mostly the paperbacks. Peggy lost Christmas decorations, books, boxes of memories. Probably other things that we won't know about until we try to find them.
Yes, we know, We appreciate the sentiment. We're getting over it.
What was the finished basement is now an empty shell. Actually, it isn't an empty shell. As I write this, new studding and wallboard have arrived and are being loaded downstairs.
As that frosty poet, Robert Frost, once said, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned in life: It goes on."
And it does. And so will we.