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So, since the last update, we had professional disaster recovery people come in and go "...your walls are wet and even the floors you thought were dry are not dry, we need to rip this all up NOW before mold sets in." And thus, with the desperately needed help of dear friends, we have:
1) packed up as much of the books as we could, plus most bedding and any other damn thing sitting around on any flat surface;
2) moved EVERYTHING into either the living room or the kitchen;
3) ripped the carpet out of three rooms;
4) tried to stay out of the way of the professionals as they pried off all the baseboard in the house and drilled holes in the wall.
Plus, you know, frantic trips to acquire boxes or what not, and a lot of despairing at mattresses and dressers. And trying to keep pets out of the way and in the house. (George and Zabina spent a few hours in carriers, being unhappy at everything; Peejee, who hid at the top of the closet, nearly got a suitcase thrown onto her while I was prepping to rip out the carpet in there.) The only flooring of the entire house that's salvageable is the kitchen tile; everything else has to go, and have the floor beneath dried before we can even replace it.
Oh, but they can't take out the wood floors (mostly the living room and some hallway) until they bring in a special machine, because it turns out the people who had this house before us put in some really nice floors! (Which, aside from the kitchen, are now dead. Sigh. I liked those wood floors. They were pretty and sturdy under normal conditions.) So at some point in the indefinite future they'll come back to take those floors up, and at that point I have no idea where we're going to move all the stuff piled up in the entire living room, unless they come for the wooden floors so late that the carpet-stripped concrete has finished drying.
Oh, and the house is full of GIANT FANS that are running constantly. For at least the next three days. We have to shout to hear each other.
Oh, and because the giant fans use so much electricity, we're supposed to use as little as possible to avoid blowing fuses. They said specifically not to turn on the lights. So we have a lot of flashlights. And the pets are not happy. Including Pixel, who is still a bit sick, and is refusing to eat more than a few bites of her food at any mealtime.
So we get to sit around in a giant cluttered smelly damp wind tunnel with no internet for a few days. In the dark.
Tomorrow I'd just sit at the coffee shop /all day/, if it weren't for the pets. Will probably be there half the day anyway.
1) packed up as much of the books as we could, plus most bedding and any other damn thing sitting around on any flat surface;
2) moved EVERYTHING into either the living room or the kitchen;
3) ripped the carpet out of three rooms;
4) tried to stay out of the way of the professionals as they pried off all the baseboard in the house and drilled holes in the wall.
Plus, you know, frantic trips to acquire boxes or what not, and a lot of despairing at mattresses and dressers. And trying to keep pets out of the way and in the house. (George and Zabina spent a few hours in carriers, being unhappy at everything; Peejee, who hid at the top of the closet, nearly got a suitcase thrown onto her while I was prepping to rip out the carpet in there.) The only flooring of the entire house that's salvageable is the kitchen tile; everything else has to go, and have the floor beneath dried before we can even replace it.
Oh, but they can't take out the wood floors (mostly the living room and some hallway) until they bring in a special machine, because it turns out the people who had this house before us put in some really nice floors! (Which, aside from the kitchen, are now dead. Sigh. I liked those wood floors. They were pretty and sturdy under normal conditions.) So at some point in the indefinite future they'll come back to take those floors up, and at that point I have no idea where we're going to move all the stuff piled up in the entire living room, unless they come for the wooden floors so late that the carpet-stripped concrete has finished drying.
Oh, and the house is full of GIANT FANS that are running constantly. For at least the next three days. We have to shout to hear each other.
Oh, and because the giant fans use so much electricity, we're supposed to use as little as possible to avoid blowing fuses. They said specifically not to turn on the lights. So we have a lot of flashlights. And the pets are not happy. Including Pixel, who is still a bit sick, and is refusing to eat more than a few bites of her food at any mealtime.
So we get to sit around in a giant cluttered smelly damp wind tunnel with no internet for a few days. In the dark.
Tomorrow I'd just sit at the coffee shop /all day/, if it weren't for the pets. Will probably be there half the day anyway.