I've pretty much been avoiding this all summer. My attitude seems to be less-than-perfect, and, whether I have a right to be snarky or not, I tend to tire of hearing myself in that constant state.
We have lost so much this summer, and sometimes it's hard enough just to face another day. What's really hard is to be feeling so helpless in all of it. Insurance doesn't want to pay, FEMA doesn't want to pay... the mortgage company doesn't want to have anything to do with helping us out. It's all just a mess.
What's been amazing is the outpouring from my friends and even strangers. The Presbyterian Church has been having suppers for us every Thursday night, all summer. They have also been gathering food pantry donations as well as cleaning supplies. They sent us with a cleaning bucket that had the most amazing note in it. I left it in the car, which is just as well. I just totally fall apart every time I read it.
Someone from the Methodist Disaster Service has also been over to talk shop. She said to keep pushing the insurance through and keep asking about programs for our mortgage. Then the insurance people seem to wonder what I mean by pushing it through again. Apparently, they are used to people taking that news better than I did. The mortgage company says there's nothing they can do because our home is uninhabitable. They could have helped us before. There are programs for that. For what? For the government redecorating my bedroom with their river? Or by being surprised that the "La Nina" system that brought a 100-year snowfall would also bring a 100-year spring rain?
Ok, this is why I don't blog. Snarky.
So, my day today:
7:22am: Leave for band in Sidney
8:44am: Arrive in Sidney, 11 min late
9:20am: Pick up Mallory and rush to house to meet drywallers
9:30am: Too late, drywallers about done. Discuss a few things. More bad news tomorrow.
10:30am: Take Morgan to Sidney for Saxophone lesson
10:45am: Grandma's taking Matthew to band, so Mallory and I go feed random abandoned kitties.
11:45am: Pick up boys from band and head HOME (Percival) for some lunch.
1:15pm: Meet with house-jacker. Ok, sounds strange... we're hoping to jack the house up about 2 feet not only to fix it, but also to be out of harm's way in the future. Also have to decide if we just jack it up 2 feet or if we dig a new basement and possibly add some much needed office space to our house. Many decisions. All very costly. Not looking forward to all of those quotes.
2:30pm: On the road back to the NE City house.
3:45pm: Back in NE City. Unload the car, re-pack for the boys' campout.
4:20pm: To the troop trailer to figure out what they might need from it since no one has a truck that can pull said trailer. Hope they got it all!
5:30pm: Off to check on my neighbor. Where time stands still. Until I remember that I left his bananas on my counter. Food Pride is closer. Off to buy bananas.
7:30pm: Finally home. Time didn't actually stand still after all.
Wow... actually only a 12 hour day for a change... why do I feel like I've been hit by a truck?
