the last bright green industrial fan has been retrieved and the cat has cautiously tippy-toed out from under the bed. she will not be pleased, however, to find the floor coated in a layer of grit and debris. the velvety pink pads of her feet have never touched actual earth, and now there’s dirt…in her house! *gasp!* but i shouldn’t give the little diva too hard a time because it’s possible that she is the victorious heroine of this entire plotline. orrrrr, she just got up for a mid-night snack and decided to complain when she realized she would have to swim to her bowl. the latter is more likely. anyways, my Facebook post from last Thursday sums up the recent events at our condo pretty succinctly…
but who needs succinct? the whole point of having a blog is to elaborate on life events, amiright? so elaborate i will. brace yourself.
it’s been 8 days since The Great Flood of 2015, as i have not-so-endearingly come to call it. mostly because i’m dramatic. honestly though, sometimes i feel a little guilty being so dramatic about The Great Flood. after all, we do live in a part of the country impacted by real life hurricanes. i mean, some of the buildings in the medical center have actual submarine doors on them to protect really really expensive equipment from water damage. a girl i work with once had 5 feet of water in her house post hurricane. all we got was a measly little inch or two. but isn’t it amazing how much damage that mere inches of water can inflict? water damage is the. worst. anyways, the water obviously had to be sucked out. that took place several hours after this sleepy redhead stumbled into the puddle in the living room. then the baseboards and flooring came up. then we lived with the loud, merciless roar of at least 10 industrial sized fans for the next 4 or 5 days while everything dried out. THEN there was mold growing in one spot so that had to be cut. out. of. the. wall. so gross!
this all gave me what i thought to be very valid concerns that we might actually die of the black lung. B was all…”black lung? what do you even mean?” me: “you know…what the pirates get from living on dank, moldy ships.” B: “Natalie. pirates get scurvy and it’s caused by a vitamin C deficiency.” N: “ohhhhhhh.” (wow, i just gave you a pretty honest account of how most of the conversations go around here. embarrassing.)
i still don’t know what black lung is. i’ll save that question for another day. i know when to stop.
so in case you need a recap (it’s really just a list of complaints at this point. i love lists.): no floors. no baseboards. a hole in the wall. no timeframe whatsoever as to how long we will be living this way. aaaaaaand it looks like we will have to completely move out in order for all the repairs to take place. that makes 3 moves in 2 years. but who’s counting? ugh. everyone seems to be hustling for the most part- getting measurements, working up estimates, etc. it just takes a while when working with insurance. by the way- this seems like the appropriate place to insert a friendly little PSA:
BUY RENTER’S INSURANCE!!! seriously! if you are renting and do not have renter’s insurance, GO! stop whatever you are doing and DO. IT. NOW!
i realize that didn’t feel much like a *friendly* PSA since i yelled REALLY LOUD at you, but i had to…because i’m a true pal. i want what’s best for you. i hoped we would never have to use it, but i am SO glad we have it. renter’s insurance is relatively cheap and could potentially save your butt should a couple of measly inches of water destroy your custom upholstered sofa and beautiful rugs, including an authentic cowhide that you picked out with your husband on vacation in Taos, New Mexico.
but for the most part, we feel lucky it wasn’t worse. had The Great Flood happened during the day, that water could have run for 10 hours without us even knowing it. yikes! scary thought. so we will carry on, because that’s what we do. my dad wisely reminded me on the phone that we have made it through worse things. darn right we have.
i will leave you with a few silly pics. happy weekend! may yours be full of fun and devoid of water…on the floor at least. the pool sounds okay. ;)
the disgruntled heroine…
came home from work on Monday to this…cement floors, furniture shuffled around, and a sweaty husband who had commandeered the clean up crew and was helping rip up floors. instead of studying. hashtag leadership. or hashtag procrastination? could go either way.
can’t even believe i’m sharing this one. grody.
sometimes you just gotta stop and have a drink…