I apologize to my fans for the lack of closure on the Yellowstone trip. I promise that I will get to it. Blogging has been shoved to the bottom of a very long list for the time being. I've continued to take pictures though, so once things calm down I'll try to catch up on our doings. I would post photos now, except that the computer on which the pics reside is currently out of commission. Not because of a hardware malfunction, but due to having been disassembled and moved out of the office to camp on my bedroom floor.
Right now, my every conscious moment is consumed with putting the house together after the flood. Friday a crew came to move furniture out of the family room and office to clear the way for the new laminate flooring for the basement to be installed on Monday. Yes, tomorrow! (July 9). Vinyl flooring for the torn up hall bathroom will also go in Monday. Carpet is scheduled to be installed in the living room and hall on Tuesday July 10. I am so excited. It is going to be beautiful. But a good sized chunk of my anticipation has nothing to do with the appearance of the affected rooms, and everything to do with getting an entertainment center and two large, heavy bookshelves OUT of the storage room, two desks, computers, and a filing cabinet OUT of Megan's bedroom, and stacks of books and other displaced items OUT of my bedroom.
Due to the congestion of "stuff" residing in my room, I rather violently stubbed my toe on a rogue computer case in the middle of the night last night, and although I tried to be quiet, my sobbings awakened my husband, who patted me and said, "I'm sorry", and then promptly fell back to sleep.
I am tired of not being able to find ANYTHING. I feel like the people at the end of the Book of Mormon, when their possessions became slippery. How did that prophecy go? "For ye shall lay down the scissors, and when ye come to use them again the next day, ye shall not find them, and great shall be the wailing and gnashing of teeth in thy house."
In other news, Karianne has been collecting donated household items from ward members in preparation for a fund-raiser yard sale to be held on July 14 (yes, this Saturday). So not only is my basement chaotic, but the kitchen and living room are occluded by plastic bags full of clothes that have been sorted and tagged, and piles of clothes awaiting the same. Thankfully Karianne finished the sorting of the clothes and now all that is left is to sort and tag the furniture and other items waiting in the garage. Happily for Karianne, she departs for girls' camp early Tuesday morning, so the remaining sorting and tagging will fall to her poor witless mother, who will be driven the rest of the way to insanity by Saturday morning.
One more week. One more week and then I'll be able to breathe again.
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Sunday, July 8, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday Monday....
Remember that great 1966 song by The Mamas and The Papas? I have always loved that song, but yesterday I embraced it, with my own minor lyric changes, below.
Monday Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' my poor house would still dry be
Monday Monday, can't trust that day
Monday Monday, sometime it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, my house did flood, unknown to me.
Every other day, (every other day)
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But when this Monday came, early in the afternoon
A-you can find me moppin' all of the time
Monday Monday, not good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
But Monday mornin', Monday mornin' was the last I'd see
My carpets dry, my ceiling firm, and woe is me
Every other day, (every other day)
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But when this Monday comes, this sad Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin' all of the time
Monday Monday, can't trust that day
Monday Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday Monday, water won't go away
Monday Monday, it's here to stay
Oh Monday, Monday
Oh Monday, Monday
Monday Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' my poor house would still dry be
Monday Monday, can't trust that day
Monday Monday, sometime it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday Monday, my house did flood, unknown to me.
Every other day, (every other day)
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But when this Monday came, early in the afternoon
A-you can find me moppin' all of the time
Monday Monday, not good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
But Monday mornin', Monday mornin' was the last I'd see
My carpets dry, my ceiling firm, and woe is me
Every other day, (every other day)
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But when this Monday comes, this sad Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin' all of the time
Monday Monday, can't trust that day
Monday Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday Monday, water won't go away
Monday Monday, it's here to stay
Oh Monday, Monday
Oh Monday, Monday
Yes, we had a flood. I walked into the kitchen after a couple hours of gardening and saw --
Water! Spraying! From that little aluminum box on the back of the fridge! That is where the water line for the ice maker connects. There was an inch of water all over the kitchen floor, and see where the copper tubing goes down through the baseboard? Yep, the water was running down that hole, and through the wall below into the basement living room (but I didn't know that until a few minutes later, when I slipped at the base of the stairs and splashed down in my brand new indoor pool).
I always experience a moment of paralysis when something shocking like this happens. The steps are obvious -- shut off the water, stop it from pouring down the hole, place buckets under the dripping light fixtures in the basement, and vacuum it up. Why then, did I pace back and forth across the kitchen three times while wringing my hands?!
I managed to call my home teacher who miraculously was home, and he brought over a wet vac. I had two, so I put Nathan to work with one, and I took the other downstairs. We had the water up off the floor in a couple of hours. But then the real fun began, for the water damage went farther than I originally thought. The insurance company referred us to a restoration company, Service Masters, who came Monday evening and began to measure moisture levels in walls and set up fans. They arrived at 7pm and left at 10:30. Really nice guys and seemed very competent and thorough.
Here are some pictures of what my house looked like after they left for the night.
The carpet in the hallway was soaked and the pad had to be removed. The big blue machine is a dehumidifier and the greenish-blue round one is a high powered fan--I have a dozen of these monstrous noisy things in my house.
The view from the top of the stairs. The blue tape arrows point to the part of the wall that is wet. On the left they have removed the tape from the drywall to permit air to circulate inside the wall.
From the bottom of the stairs.
View of the door leading to the stairs from the basement family room. The laminate flooring had to be ripped out.
Family room. Note the beautiful circa 1975 upholstery on that sofa. We have decided it is time to say goodbye to this gift from my parents. When it is time to reinstall the flooring, it will only be in the way, and we are planning to replace it later this summer, so now seems like a good time to send it to that big family room in the sky. If anyone wants a third hand, ugly, uncomfortable sofa with a king size hide-a-bed (aka The Rack), speak up now or forever count your blessings.
Basement hallway viewed from master bedroom door. Yep, all that flooring has to go too.
Basement office ceiling. Water was dripping from this light, thusly ruining both the flooring and the ceiling at the same time. The jury is still out on whether the ceiling can be saved.
Boy, am I grateful for small blessings like Homeowner's insurance.
I always experience a moment of paralysis when something shocking like this happens. The steps are obvious -- shut off the water, stop it from pouring down the hole, place buckets under the dripping light fixtures in the basement, and vacuum it up. Why then, did I pace back and forth across the kitchen three times while wringing my hands?!
I managed to call my home teacher who miraculously was home, and he brought over a wet vac. I had two, so I put Nathan to work with one, and I took the other downstairs. We had the water up off the floor in a couple of hours. But then the real fun began, for the water damage went farther than I originally thought. The insurance company referred us to a restoration company, Service Masters, who came Monday evening and began to measure moisture levels in walls and set up fans. They arrived at 7pm and left at 10:30. Really nice guys and seemed very competent and thorough.
Here are some pictures of what my house looked like after they left for the night.
The carpet in the hallway was soaked and the pad had to be removed. The big blue machine is a dehumidifier and the greenish-blue round one is a high powered fan--I have a dozen of these monstrous noisy things in my house.
The view from the top of the stairs. The blue tape arrows point to the part of the wall that is wet. On the left they have removed the tape from the drywall to permit air to circulate inside the wall.
From the bottom of the stairs.
View of the door leading to the stairs from the basement family room. The laminate flooring had to be ripped out.
Family room. Note the beautiful circa 1975 upholstery on that sofa. We have decided it is time to say goodbye to this gift from my parents. When it is time to reinstall the flooring, it will only be in the way, and we are planning to replace it later this summer, so now seems like a good time to send it to that big family room in the sky. If anyone wants a third hand, ugly, uncomfortable sofa with a king size hide-a-bed (aka The Rack), speak up now or forever count your blessings.
Basement hallway viewed from master bedroom door. Yep, all that flooring has to go too.
Basement office ceiling. Water was dripping from this light, thusly ruining both the flooring and the ceiling at the same time. The jury is still out on whether the ceiling can be saved.Boy, am I grateful for small blessings like Homeowner's insurance.
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