Man plans and God laughs.
-Yiddish Proverb-
As some of you may have noticed (at least, I hope some of you have noticed), posting this week has been light and, when it happened, late in the evening. I’ve also been sadly neglectful of all my blogging friends, whose lives are likely going on without me knowing what is happening to them. I’ll catch up soon, I promise!
If you’re here regularly, you know that Paul and I have moved to Wisconsin, where I have been working for a couple months. We’ve been spending many weekends in Indiana, getting the house ready to be put on the market, and this last weekend, we had a new water heater installed (figuring no one wanted a house with a leaking one) and painted the master bedroom. These were the last two projects we had to do, and we were going to get the house on the market within the next week or so.
Things didn’t quite work out as planned.
On Sunday morning, after a church and doughnut run, Paul was packing up the car for the trip to Wisconsin, when he went down to the basement and discovered Indiana’s newest lake, also known as 2-3 inches of water on the basement floor, courtesy of a break in the water line from the street to our house..
Yeah. That’s not good.
Many hours later, after an emergency visit from the plumber, the water company and the restoration people, we were finally on our way to Wisconsin. Our basement was dry(-ish, with many dehumidifiers and fans working to make it dry), and thankfully we only lost a few things. Unfortunately, the plans to put the house on the market? Temporarily on hold.
On the plus side, whoever gets the house next will have a nicely redone basement.
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We just want to know if Choppy is enjoying the new indoor pool!
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She went for a brief swim, and decided she prefers dirtier water/a situation where she won’t be put to work carrying buckets out.
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Oh, no! So sorry!!
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It could have been a lot worse! At least we were there and found it before it was 2-3 feet of water!
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Hope everything goes well for you I pray.
Cheers, Mojisola
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It all appears to be OK – it is getting cleaned up and the plumber will be in to get the water working again before we are back from Wisconsin!
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Oh no! I can totally relate to that and it’s a horrible feeling when your basement is flooded. I’m glad all is drying out and fine now. 🙂
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It could have been much worse – but it did take away from my regularly scheduled blogging time! I love that time!
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Oh No! I am happy everything is fixed now.
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I am too!
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Argh! We had a sewer line break at the curb in front of our house when we had *just* put our house on the market back in the mid 1990s. Nothing says curb appeal like your front yard all torn up.
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I am hoping the line replacement won’t dig up too much yard – or there is snow to cover it!
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Well thank God that it didn’t happen while you were halfway to Wisconsin. It would have been rather shocking to look in your rearview mirror and see the old house following you to the new location in a row boat. 😉
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On the plus side of that situation, at least it would be closer for all the work that now needs to be done if it could float halfway to our new home!
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Maybe you should be careful with that kind of wish. Lol.
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I”m so sorry to hear that. Basement issues are never fun and the timing was NOT good. Here’s to a speedy sale of the home and your enjoyment of your new life in Wisconsin.
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Thanks! It could have been worse – hopefully we will still get the house on the market soon!
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Now or Never
A turtle flies through the universe.
We ride on the back of the turtle.
The Undergods dwell in Canandaigua,
The Overgods look down from clouds.
Even if we’re 300 moons away from
When this mattered, most of our lives
Are touched by one holy inspiration: nature.
Cosmic coincidence should not amaze here.
You are in the middle of the new awareness.
Black rocks spin and dive in deep water.
A four-year-old runs then swims.
Relaxed willow provides humid shelter.
You peek under the giant grass skirt
And see four tangled feet. You don’t peek further.
Gray locusts send twirling twigs to hair.
You swim out to a cooler spot of deep water.
The white snake, awake again,
Leaves Bare Hill, not reeking havoc
But cutting new creeks to hike along,
Full of crawdads and water spiders.
You retrace ancient steps. You sneak
Through the old neighborhood, now trespassing.
Four tangled feet, a few skipping stones
And the spirit within you:
Now awareness reigns. Corn presents
A raw treat for passing minstrels. Nothing
Talked about or noticed matters.
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Sunday donut run is a must.
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I agree wholeheartedly. Or hole-heartedly, as the case may be in this situation.
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