Roofing work ended in fire. A mishap with a blow torch. A quick thinking volunteer fire fighter, moonlighting on the roofing crew, sprang into action. The hose we had put into the garage in preparation for the change in the weather three days earlier, was pulled from storage and hooked up to water. Hubby ran to the basement to turn on the water to the tap.
At one point, they thought they had the fire out. It flamed back up. Meanwhile, I was on the phone with 911, giving them the address and getting police and fire to the house, and relaying messages to get out of the building.
I RAN OUT of the house, no coat, into the cold. A neighbor loaned me a jacket. Another brought us a pot of coffee. The Red Cross came to our aid. Our darling daughter has opened her home to us, our dog, and our two cats.
I guess time got away from me. All of this happened on Monday. Tuesday we met with the clean-up people, who took lots of picture. Wednesday we met with the insurance adjuster. Thursday we met with the arson inspector and the prime contractor.
The quick summary is that everything needs to be cleaned, most of the house needs to be gutted, and all this will take five or six months. Because of this lengthy time period, we will allow the insurance company to move us into temporary housing, and allow our granddaughter back into her bedroom, but this will take a little time.
Until we are resettled, my daughter and I will enjoy our favorite guilty pleasures (only the non flattening ones), including our two favorite soap operas General Hospital and The Walking Dead.
Note: All Christmas gifts are fine. I still have a little shopping. I’m truly blessed by a wonderful family. Merry Christmas.