It’s been a month since I posted last? That’s both surprising and unsurprising. I feel like I’ve been working like crazy the last few weeks; it may just be that progress seemed almost glacially slow. The Peanut also started the new school year, and that required a shift in routine which wasn’t as bad as initially thought (more on that in another entry.)
This is a much-delayed 9/11 entry of sorts.
September 11 will always have multiple meanings for me. It’s the tragic day of the September 11 attacks, of course. It’s also the day we brought the Peanut home from the hospital. The Missus likes to tell the Peanut that it is a day to thank our community heroes. The last few years, she and the Peanut have taken cookies or other sweet treats to a local firehouse.
We got an extra helping of community heroism this year on September 11. It was a long day for me, and I was dead tired. I was about to nod off and contemplating an early night while sitting on the sofa at about 8:30pm when the Missus walked into the living roomed and heard the sound of a large truck in front of our house. She decided to investigate and walked out the front door. She quickly returned and informed me that our neighbor’s house was flooding and the fire department was here after our neighbor M. called 911.
The firefighters were great. The helped M. get the water turned off at the meter, moved much of her stuff out of her place, and even helped get some of her carpets laid out to dry. All the while, they told her they were sorry that it happened to her. She said later that she found it very comforting. Both an engine and a ladder company eventually came by, but both companies eventually had to be elsewhere and left by 10:30pm.
With those kinds of role models, the Missus and I did our best to help out where we could. The landlord eventually showed up (M. rents) and called someone that lives a few doors down who, fortunately enough, operates a disaster cleanup business. That led to moving even more furniture, boxing stuff up to store on our patio until whenever, taking down shelves, and eventually pulling up more carpet (laminate wood floors were also eventually pulled, but not that night.)
The day that I was hoping would end before 9pm actually ended sometime just after midnight… and sleep didn’t follow until around 1am as I recall. I was a wreck for the rest of the weekend.
M.’s place sits on a slab foundation. It was eventually determined that a pipe burst in the slab. She finally got the all clear to move back in a few days ago.