End of day: Update

I wish you could hear the sound my house is making right now. Fans. Fans. Fans. On low, they still sound like they could possibly lift this house right off the ground as in "Up" and fly us to the beach we should be sitting on. There are about 10 or 11 fans and a dehumidifier in the house. We had NO idea what we were in for when we woke up this morning. No pancake breakfast, no movies today. Water, plumber, water extraction experts (who were also very nice) and dollar signs. On the one hand, we will get new flooring on most of our main level. On the other, slightly larger, more dominant hand, we may have to fork out some cash that we were hoping to use for our family trip to Vancouver for Christmas. Now, what will come of that remains to be seen. What I know at this hour is that Larry is home until Friday morning. In the coming days we will have to empty the main level of any and all furnishings so that a new floor can be put in. We hope that the fans will only be temporary visitors, but won't know until they come out and read our water levels with their fancy water reader thingy. It's cool. We pray, all of us, that the plumbing issue is merely that of overzealous toilet paper users, and not a branch inching its way into the rather deep pipes in our front yard. Expensive. We start school. We wait for estimates and approval. We get a check of an unknown size and then we have to pick flooring, hire someone to put it in and then move back into our main level, all hopefully before Larry leaves Friday. If I were betting money in Vegas, I would not bet on that possibility. But, as always, we remain hopeful and relatively calm given the situation. Really calm, to be honest. So, there you have it. It is that bad. But, it will be corrected and we will move on. All will be well and the floors will be lovely. They better be.

AND, the lesson in church tomorrow is on Adversity.