Sandy thought someone should give me a ShopVac so I didn’t need to use all the towels. I have a ShopVac which was half full of dust and leaves from yesterday’s project. The purpose of the towels was to stop the progression of the river toward the dining room. I really need a traditional wife to take care of the house, pick up the dry cleaning, a little cooking would be good . . . scheduling workers . . .
I finally made it to work at 2:00. When I got home from work, I scooped up three soaking towels to wash (they were waiting for me on the driveway). I opened the washer door and — water poured out all over my feet and pants legs. Apparently the hose split had somehow filled the washer — and the worker folks (including butt-crack pants brother) were sliding a washer full of water around while doing their chores. The dehumidifier and fans are so loud that the dogs and I can’t hear one another (or they’re using that for an excuse to do whatever they want). The disaster clean-up guys found old mold, so the adjuster and I must have a conversation tomorrow. Sections of drywall were cut out, so there will be a contractor involved. . . . my poor dogs! The worst part? When this is all done, it won’t look like anything was done — not like Kim’s new floors, or Joanna’s rebuilt house, or Kate’s addition. Sad, isn’t it?