Early last Saturday morning the living and storage areas of our finished basement were flooded with several inches of sewer water. Pretty nasty. Today is Thursday, and a demolition crew is still here removing flooring, paneling, and contents, and working through the process of drying and disinfecting everything.
If we dwell on the loss, damage, and inconvenience, well, we could dwell a long time. So, we’re moving beyond that as much as possible, and trying to see this as an opportunity, although that vision comes and goes.
Some good things have come out of our flood situation. For example, I’m so proud of the way our family has handled this. We’re all exhausted, but we’re working together, taking steps together, and making decisions together.
We’re also clearer than ever that we have too much stuff. It’s time to be much more selective about our toys, our collections, and our possessions.
I’m glad we’re at a certain station in life where we can throw away furniture that is contaminated by sewage. We’re not rich—far from it–but our lives are improved by getting that damaged furniture out of here. Our hearts go out to the families whose lives are apparently improved by picking up that contaminated furniture from the curb and putting it in their trucks and station wagons and presumably taking it home.
Although I cannot be considered a youngster at age 53, I can still work pretty hard and carry stuff that is crazy-heavy. I’m glad I don’t do it for a living, but I’m just as glad I can do it when I need to.
We’ve had family talks over the last few days about the priorities of health and safety, followed by security, followed by convenience and comfort. The big life lesson here is the reaffirmation of those priorities.
And we appreciate the help, support, and good thoughts. Thanks.