Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Just a litte update
We have had the fight of our lives with the mortgage company and the flood insurance company. That is a whole post in itself. This morning, we should be good to go so we can get a gosh darn flood adjuster out to our house.
I think we have some nastiness growing under our bedroom. We have that flexible dutwork under there, and the water totally saturated it. So we know there is the possibility of black mold growing in there. The plumber/HVAC people are going to take out that ductwork, as well as remove our furnace.
The basement looks like a veritable no-man's land. No walls. No possessions. Just a broken hot water heater, furnace, and a sink that needs a good washing down.
We have learned a lot about community in this past week. It is hard to believe that just one short week ago, we were on pins and needles, watching the water rise in our basement. It is definitely a flood for the record books. Everyone has a story or two to tell. The hardest part now is seeing everyone's life out on the curb. And what pisses me off the most is as soon as you throw something out there, there are gawkers, looking through your stuff, seeing if there is anything the could salvage and make their own.
Sure people ... have the freak at it. it sat in sewer-infested, nastiness for over 36 hours. But its ALL yours.
Our thank you card list is growing longer. I need to really start writing them.
Thanks to you all for your well wishes. One day, the posts on here will return to their lightness and humor.
But for now, it is real life that is weighing the family down.
Later, dudes.
Labels: flooding
posted by Knitting Maniac at 8:00 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Dear Nationwide Flood Insurance Department
Wish you were here
Flooding SUCKS!!!!
I love the smell of river water at 4 am
Those dreams again
As if he could endear himself ANYmore to me
Those phone calls you hate getting ... and a phone...
It's like they are speaking to me, man
Dreams
Making a choice
4 Comments:
Love you girl..
please help yourself to my house! Even if you just need to get away, hang out for a bit...
trying to find a bit of normal..
I'm glad things are starting to come together and get on the road to "back to normal".
I cannot imagine what you are feeling. I am so sorry that dealing with the folks who are supposed to protect you is so difficult...you'd think they had learned their lessons after Katrina!
Well, at moments like this, I indulge in a bit of fantasy daydreaming...that all those who were nice receive a room full of gorgeous, non-allergenic flowers and those who were mean and difficult...well, I wish upon them a terrible case of long-lasting hemorrhoids and I imagine that they know the painful, itchy things are courtesy of me!!!
Lots of love and good wishes to you and yours.
I'm just glad you're all okay. Good luck with everything that's left to be done, at least you have flood insurance, we've never seen a reason to purchase it ourselves, but now I'm seeing things a bit differently.
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