Last week a year's worth of rain came down in two minutes. At my work the apartment above became completely flooded and some water had come through the ceiling. The stream dripping from the light fixture was our main concern. Luckily we are still operational at the salon but I can't say the same for the folks upstairs.
We viewed a house to purchase the next day and it appeared to be dry. We thought it was a great time to view homes, since if they were prone to flooding, this weather would surely do the job. The roof was seven years old.
At home I got a call from a friend, whose place had been ruined, and soon she and her daughter were staying in our rarely used guest room. She said she felt fortunate that they had friends to go to for help, and that she had resources. Her neighbours below had fled, since they couldn't pay rent on a construction zone and still afford a dry place to stay. To complicate matters the landlords were poor and didn't believe insurance would cover the damage. We made our offer on the house the day after she arrived and I felt a bit guilty about it.
She had been doing some work on farms and came with all the vegetables we couldn't grow ourselves: broccoli, cherry tomatoes, and sour cream. We took turns cooking and it was nice to have a break from the kitchen. Okay, I rarely make dinner, it was nice for my husband to have a break from cooking. Now she's on a well timed week-long holiday out of cell phone range and hopefully construction is happening.
Kitson should return today from three days in the Cathedral Mountain Park with only a minimized backpack. If he was able to catch some fish, he won't be starving. There is a cold beer in a stream waiting for him on the way down. When he gets back, I will place my pile of stress into his tired arms and we can finish jumping through house purchasing hoops as a family.
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