This week we finally got situated in a rental house and met with five general contractors to get bids for the repair work.
And there was much rejoicing.
We’re still waiting on the report from the insurance company’s adjuster (grumble grumble) because nothing can move forward until that happens. But we feel that we’ve made excellent progress and have been really impressed with a few of the GCs we met.
Also impressive: this dahlia, which sprang up in our neighbor’s yard last weekend.
It’s the size of a salad plate.
It serves to remind me that, as Julian of Norwich said, “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.”
There are certainly times when we get mired down. We’re going to miss a whole summer’s use of our pool. It took us almost two weeks to get into the rental house due to Unfortunate Sewage Problems that resulted in the removal and replacement of the owner’s entire sewer line.
(“I had a bad experience.” “What happened?” “I HAD a BAD EXPERIENCE.”)
I found out that our house is actually a prime location for viewing our neighborhood’s Fourth of July fireworks show, which I was bummed about missing. But! in a fit of inspiration, I threw an impromptu fireworks-watching party on the lawn of the burnt-up house. (If you look closely you can see the burnt corner of the roof and the Pod that holds all the damaged items.)
Why yes, I DID keep the tiki torches far away from the house.
We have been absolutely showered with love and support from our friends and family and neighbors. We’ve received gift cards from strangers, boxes of goodies from across the country, meals from our church, and we are absolutely humbled by the outpouring of help. I can’t wait to pay all this good will forward as soon as I can.
Thankfully, I think the worst part is coming to an end – the homeless part, the uncertain part. The drifting part. The shocked part.
We don’t have time to dwell on it, mostly thanks to this guy:
Two weeks down.