Saturday was rough. The lights were back, as was the heat and the hot water. It was time to examine the carnage in the basement.
We let the kids play in the backyard while we got everything out.
Of the six boxes of things I had in the basement, the three that were on the bottom and that took the brunt of the water damage, contained all the things that completely broke my heart to lose. Albums, journals, manuscripts, the original notebooks for my older stories, including “Angel’s Grace.” The stuff on the top three boxes were art supplies and some other stuff that I was planning to throw out anyway. So that was really, really awesome. We dried out as many things as we could, but there were many things that we just had to let go. It hurt. Then we started looking at the computer equipment, and after filling a couple of garbage bags, we started to hope that some of the stuff would dry out. Eventually.
I’m sure you’re thinking why did I have such important things in the basement. Well, they weren’t originally in the basement. They were quite safe in the attic. But when my mother needed to move in temporarily, we moved all that stuff down there, and her stuff into the attic. Although she has since moved out, we hadn’t gotten around to putting everything back, partly because she left a lot of her stuff… in the attic.
Some days I just want to curl into a ball and go to sleep and wish everything away for a while. Saturday was definitely one of those days.